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“Spence, this is huge!” Gianna exclaims, her hands waving in the air. “When was the last time you did something truly exciting? Something that made your heart race and your palms sweat?”
I fidget with the hem of my sweatshirt, a little embarrassed. “I guess it’s been a while.”
“Exactly!” Gianna beams at me, her infectious laugh filling the air. “This is the perfect opportunity for you to break free from the monotony and embrace life—really live, you know?”
I bite my lip, thinking about the weight of her words. My life has always been structured and predictable. The idea of stepping into the unknown with someone like Percival both terrifies and intrigues me.
“Come on, bestie,” Gianna urges, her eyes pleading. “You’ve got this incredible talent and passion for art, but you’re always hiding behind your excuses. Don’t you think it’s time to take a risk? To see what else is out there?”
“Maybe,” I sign, feeling the familiar flutter of anticipation in my chest. “But do you really think Percival is the right person for that?”
“Absolutely!” she insists with confidence. “He may be a bit of a playboy, but he won’t let you down.”
I look at my friend, her unwavering belief in both me and Percival, giving me courage. Maybe she’s right. Maybe it is time for me to step out of my comfort zone and embrace the adventure waiting for me.
“Okay,” I say, nodding slowly. “I’ll do it.”
Gianna squeals in delight—in my imagination the sound is loud and clear—wrapping me in a tight hug before starts jumping up and down. As I watch her, I feel a sense of hope and excitement for what the future holds. And maybe, just maybe, this leap of faith will lead to something truly extraordinary.
Feeling the weight of my decision, I take a deep breath and reach for my phone. My fingers hover over the screen, anxiety swirling in my stomach as I prepare to text Percival. The anticipation is electric, and I feel a sense of excitement at the possibilities that lay before me.
“Alright, Spence,” I whisper to myself. “Time to take the plunge.”
I tap out a simple message, my heart racing with each word:
Hey, Percival. I’ve thought about your offer, and I’m in.
Hitting send, I release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. A thrilling mixture of hope and uncertainty fills me as I imagine what might come from joining forces with Percival. His undeniable charm and good looks have captivated me since our first encounter, and the thought of growing closer to him sends a shiver down my spine.
As I wait for his response, my mind drifts to the last time we were together. The way he looked at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief and warmth, made me feel alive in a way I hadn’t experienced in years. And when his hand brushed against mine, the touch sending sparks through my veins, I knew that there was something between us—something that went beyond gratitude or friendship.
“Spencer!” Gianna touches my shoulder, breaking through my reverie, and making me jump. “You’re doing that thing again!”
“What thing?” I ask, trying to play innocent.
“Staring off into space with that dreamy look on your face,” she teases, her eyes twinkling. “Come on, spill it. What’s got you so lost in thought?”
“Nothing,” I lie, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Just… waiting for a text.”
“From Percival?” Gianna asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Maybe,” I admit, biting my lip. “I told him I’m in for the adventure, and now, I’m just… waiting.”
“Good for you!” she exclaims, giving me an encouraging smile. “Who knows what the future holds, right?”
“Right,” I echo, the word filled with hope and possibility as I cling to the promise of having fun.
But no matter what awaits me, I’m ready to embrace the unknown and chase after the life I’ve always dreamt of. With each step forward, I’m leaving behind the person I once was and transforming into someone new—a woman unafraid of taking risks and pursuing her passions.
And for the first time in my life, I can’t wait to see what lies ahead.
Chapter Nine
Percival
Ican’tshakethefeeling that I need to do more to connect with Spencer. As I sit on the sand, my fingers fumble over my phone screen, searching for more ASL tutorials. I’m determined to communicate with her in a better way, even if it means stumbling through sign language like a newborn giraffe learning to walk.
Spencer’s figure comes to view like a mirage as she jogs towards the water’s edge.
