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When they didn’t immediately message back, I snapped a picture of Jason’s note and sent it. Still, no response.
Don’t make me squee on my ooooooown
Sam
Tell me that is the Boy Scout’s handwriting?! That means you forgave him?
I had, of course, kept the girls up-to-date on every high and low between me and Jason for the last month and a half. Bronte, ever the optimist, thought it would all turn out fine. Laney had told me to follow my gut. Sam, though, was warier. She’d been through the wringer with her parents’ relationships and didn’t fully trust Jason after so many run-ins with Bridget.
We have to talk more about that situation, but I know and trust he was never stringing me along.
Sam
If you say so.
I like him.
Sam
Then I’m happy for you. I’ll save my judgment for when I meet him. We are going to meet him, right?
????
You know I’m not a long-term planner.
Sam
??
After throwing on some clothes, I headed to work, avoiding Alex’s eagle eye for what he said was “morning-after face,” and set up shop in the back room, sorting through new merchandise.
During Bronte’s lunch break, she FaceTimed me. “You look different today.”
“I would hope so. I saw God last night.”
She tossed her head back in laughter. “It’s good?”
I widened my eyes and nodded once sluggishly.
“Ugh. Okay.” She waved her hand, swatting at an imaginary fly. “Don’t brag,” she said with a smile, although I didn’t need to know Bronte and Hunter’s history to see the longing in the slight downturn of her mouth. “So, now what?”
I stacked a few face toners on the floor then flattened the box they’d arrived in. “I don’t know.”
“Are you guys together or…?”
“I don’t know. It only happened last night. We didn’t do too much talking.”
She set her chin on her fist, dipping a small piece of broccoli in what looked like ranch dressing. “I figured, but did you think about it at all?”
“Think about what?” I ripped open another box.
“The future,” she said, as if she were telling me it was Thursday.
Thinking about the future. Easy for Bronte, the ultimate planner, to say. Sam had her next few years mapped out with her schoolwork. And Laney, she didn’t need a plan with all her luck; good things simply fell into her lap.
I was the odd one out. A lifetime of men disappointing me didn’t exactly bode well for making future plans. I’d rather stay loose, focus on today instead of worrying about tomorrow. Making plans led to expectations, and unmet expectations led to worlds of hurt. I’d rather avoid that, if possible.
