Page 46 of Whatever It Takes

“Oh no,” Tess says. “You have that look, Willow.”

“What look?” I ask and reach for a fry.

“Relationship trouble,” Tess says. “Are you missing your boyfriend?” I only briefly told them about Garrison because the more I talk about him, the more I long for him to be beside me.

I’m waiting for the day where that doesn’t happen. Where it doesn’t hurt. But I’m also terrified if that day finally comes.

“I wish he were here,” I admit. “Garrison and I have been through a lot together.”

Salvatore comes back to our table and takes the opened seat beside me. He sets his whiskey down along with a basket of something fried-looking. “What are we talking about?” he asks.

“Willow’s boyfriend,” Sheetal says.

Salvatore swings his head to me. “The one in Philadelphia?”

“That would be the one.” I point to the basket. “What’s that?” I whip out my phone to take a pic. New food. New experiences. College success, but why do I feel so badly about it? My stomach twisting.

“Pork scratchings,” Salvatore says.

“Or for us Americans, porkrinds,” Tess adds and takes a couple.

“Do you have a pic of him?” Sheetal asks me.

I nod and scroll through my photos, landing on one where he’s in his usual black hoodie. Only the hood is down, so you can see more of his face. Hair brushes his eyelashes. Messy like that. We’re standing in front of a Groot cut-out in the movie theater, his arm around my waist.

The sinking in my stomach intensifies.

I understand now.

I’m at a pub. Trying new food. Drinking with new friends. Garrison is alone in Philadelphia. Either working himself to the point of exhaustion or in his apartment trying to fend off Jared, his fame-seeking neighbor.Guilt. It assaults me tenfold.

I pass the phone to Sheetal. Tess leans over her shoulder to see the screen, too.

“Willow, you like the bad boys,” Tess says into a grin.

“What?” I frown. “How can you tell?” It’s not like Garrison is wearing a sign that saysI’ve done some questionable things in my past…right?

Tess and Sheetal laugh lightly.

“I couldn’t tell,” Tess admits, “but now we know.”

Sheetal hands the cell back and smiles. “You and your lad look like a knockout together, of absolute cuteness.”

“Thanks,” I mumble and pocket it.

Salvatore looks me over in a slow appraisal like he’s trying to figure me out. “How is he bad, exactly?”

“He’s not,” I counter. “He’s a good guy. When he visits next semester, you all can meet him and see for yourselves.”

“Looking forward to it.” Salvatore takes a sip of whiskey. “He’ll love me. I have the best first impressions.”

Tess snorts. “Yeah, it’s your second and third impressions you need to work on.”

Salvatore smiles but nudges my shoulder when he sees I’m not doing the same. He grabs a couple of the pork scratchings and places them on a napkin in front of me. “Give us your Pennsylvania-Maine opinion.”

“Whoa! YEAH!” A drunk college student starts screaming at the bar. “Chug! Chug!”

Bodies begin shifting and three people knock into our table. I’m not fast enough this time. The pitcher collapses sideways, and I jump up before beer soaks me.