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“Sure. Yes. That’s fine. That’s…wow. That sounds

good. I’ve never had anything done at the spa. No pedicures,

or massages, or facials, or anything.”

“Oh.” Steph laughs. “If you don’t want to do it, that’s

okay. I can find something else for us.”

“I would love to do it. I suck at trying new things.

That’s one thing I guess I should save up for those annoying

job interview questions when they ask about strengths and

weaknesses. But I’d really like to go. With you.”

“Okay.”

“Are you free any night this week? Want to have

dinner? Mac and cheese? My place?”

“Yes. I’d love that. Mac and cheese it is.” Steph’s voice

is warm and soft. “I have to go, I’m just about at the school,

but I’ll call you later?”

“Sure. Steph?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m excited. For this weekend. Thank you for thinking

of me.”

“I’m always thinking of you.”

I don’t know what to say to that. I want to say that I’ve

been thinking of her too. Constantly. I want to tell her how and

what she makes me feel. I want to thank her again. I want to

do a freaking cartwheel or something right there on the

sidewalk. With all my files in my arms. I guess that wouldn’t

work. A back flip then?

“See you soon,” Steph says when I take too long to

respond.

“Bye.”

I hang up and pretty much float the rest of the way to