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“I miss our Saturday mornings.”
“Donut holes and Diet Coke?” I said, tilting my head to the side. “Maybe we need to bring those back.”
“How?”
“There’s a donut place down the street from my apartment. What about you?”
She sniffed and wiped her cheek one last time, the tiniest smile appearing on her face. “Yeah, it’s a few blocks away, but no big deal.”
“Okay, so, from now on…Saturday mornings, we grab some donut holes. Coffee for me, Diet Coke for you, and we chat on the phone for as long as we want.”
Ronnie pursed her lips. “I have practice on Saturdays.”
“Fine, then it doesn’t need to be on a Saturday, Ronnie. We can pick whatever day we want. Let’s just…find a way to bring back the things that we miss. The things that make us you and me.”
Ronnie nodded, and her smile widened in approval. “Okay. I’d like that.”
“And screw Miguel. If he didn’t have the balls to tell you that he wasn’t interested, then he’s an asshole.”
“Yeah.” Her gentle laugh rippled through the air. “Yeah, he is. I just wish I hadn’t wasted so much time on him, you know? Thinking about him, coming up with ways to spend time with him. All that shit.”
“I get it. I majored in wasting time on stupid guys. I mean, come on, I went to college with that idiot in there.”
“True. What were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t.” I shook my head. “Not at all.”
“I guess it’s all a part of figuring out who we are, right? We fixate on someone or something or whatever. Regardless of whether or not it’ll work out.”
“Life would be pretty boring if we always knew, right?”
“Yeah, I guess so. I’ve always wanted to be psychic. Now, I’m not so sure.”
“You’d be a terrible psychic,” I said with a chuckle.
“What? Why?” she asked, dropping her chin.
“You’d want to fix everything for everyone.”
“Probably true.” She paused, inhaling the night air. “Want to go for a walk or something?”
“And what, miss this kick-ass party?” I asked, teasing.
“It’s only ten o’clock; the donut place is still open,” she said, looking hopeful.
“Did your psychic powers tell you that?”
“Oh, my god, shut up!” Ronnie pushed me away.
“I’m just kidding. Seriously, though, I could eat,” I said. “Let’s go.”
“These will always be the best donuts. Always,” Ronnie said between bites as we walked under the dim streetlamps. In one hand, she held a Diet Coke, in the other, a paper bag full of sugary cake. Reaching into the bag, I grabbed a donut and popped it into my mouth, savoring the sweetness.
“You’re right. The place on campus sucks in comparison.”
“Let’s drop out of school and start a donut shop. We’ll call it…Fried and Frosted.”
I smiled. “Or…Get Baked.”
