Page 78 of Tenderfoot

While I was still evaluating this, Javi asked, “Good day?”

“Dream came by today.”

Although I hadn’t noticed Javi having any direct involvement with Dream (and trust me, I would have noticed, since I noticed everything about Javi), his eyes still clouded over, such was the long arm of Dream’s bad attitude.

“On a scale of one to ten with Dream interactions, it was around a one point five, so it was okay,” I assured.

“Luna good?”

The perfect question.

I mean…

He was such a nice guy!

“Yeah, she’s good.”

He nodded, moved his arm to round my shoulders, and then he guided me to the passenger side of his truck.

He opened the door, reached in to grab a bag that was on the seat, handed it to me, then helped me up into the cab.

I juggled the bag while I put on my belt and Javi shut the door.

He was in, belted up, and we were on our way when I lifted the bag and asked, “What’s this?”

“Look,” he replied.

Did he…

…buy me a present?

Oh em gee!

I loved presents!

I dug into the bag. I shoved aside the wads of tissue.

And then I gasped.

Loudly.

I also pulled out the striped glass mushroom.

So, it wasn’t the exact same. It wasn’t green and white.

It was pink and white.

So it was even better!

“Oh my God, Javi!” I exclaimed, turning to him. “How did you find it?”

“I typed ‘striped glass mushroom local’ into Google.”

He did a Google search for me!

I didn’t even think—what he’d done was just so sweet, so incredibly thoughtful—I stretched myself to the limit in order to kiss his jaw.

“Baby,” he whispered as I moved away.

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