Page 52 of Meet Fake


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“We’ve met her,” Lex says.

“Us, too,” Hope follows.

“I ran into them one day,” Derek adds.

“Ugh, you guys are useless right now. Why am I left out?”

“Because you live on a farm.” We all rag on her at the same time, but it’s good-natured.

“Whatever.” She shakes her head.

I laugh at her reaction and pull my phone out.

“I haven’t met her either. I’m with Ellie on this one. Invite the girl who’s making you put down roots,” Matt says.

“Yes!” Ellie lifts her hand to high-five Matt.

If I’m being honest with myself, I’d love for Sage to come and hang out with my friends. It doesn’t seem like she has many friends, and I know she’d get along great with Lex, Ellie, and Hope.

I ignore the nagging feeling that my intentions to invite her have to do with more than having a friendly interaction.

We are friends. Friends call each other to hang out.

Tristan: Hey gf, what are you up to?

I smile at my message and anxiously wait for a response.

Everything about Sage is magnetic, and I’m the metal that’s pulled into her field. When she’s around, I gravitate to her beyond my control. I’m helpless in fighting it.

I love spending time with her and talking about all sorts of things, even if all we talk about is the weather.

Sage: I’m finishing up dinner with my parents.

Tristan: At home?

Sage: No at Da Nonna.

Tristan: Their pizza’s the best. Anyway, you’re close by. Come to Bottom’s Up after dinner. I’m here with my brother, Lex, and some friends.

Sage: I don’t know . . .

Sage: I met them after work, so I’m not dressed up.

Tristan: It’s a laid-back bar. I’m in shorts and a t-shirt

Sage: Right, but you probably look put together.

Tristan: No pressure, but I think you’d have fun. All work and no play isn’t bueno.

Sage: No?

Tristan: Nope. I’m an expert.

Sage: An expert? Is that the training you received while traveling the world?

Tristan: Exactly. I got all the training on balancing work and living a life. Just call me your personal trainer.

Sage: *Googling excuses to cancel on personal trainers*

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