Page 20 of The Kissing Booth
I shrugged. ‘Not really.’
‘Hey,’ said Lily suddenly, a gleam in her eyes as she looked from Karen to Dana and Samantha. ‘Maybe Flynn will come to the booth, if he’s not going to be a part of it.’
They all immediately squealed in excitement.
Not that I blamed them.
‘Oh my God! Elle, if you can’t persuade him to work the booth, at least persuade him to stop by!’
I wavered. ‘I can’t make any promises...’
‘But you’ll try?’ Dana persisted.
I heard my cell phone bleep, and went to check my pockets before I realized that I had no pockets in this damn skirt. I sighed to myself before reaching down for my bag and rummaging for my cell phone.
Come by woodwork, need some help!read the text.
I put my phone back and stood up, picking up my lunch tray. ‘I have to go help Lee. I’m guessing he needs a girl’s touch.’
They laughed, and called their goodbyes.
‘Oh, Elle?’
I turned back. ‘Yeah?’
‘Ask him,’ Samantha told me with a pointed look.
I chuckled and nodded at her, making them all squeal, then shook my head to myself.
And okay, admittedly I wasn’t an awful lot better really. But still – I was over my crush. Completely so since he’d told me I was just a sister to him.
But that didn’t mean he was any less attractive.
When I got to woodwork, Lee was tapping a pencil really impatiently against a big plank of wood. After just ten seconds, it was already driving me mad – I didn’t blame Mr. Preston for leaving Lee for the peace of his office in the back.
‘Hey,’ I said, but Lee didn’t notice me until I was right in front of him. I dropped my bag loudly, making him start.
‘Oh, I didn’t hear you come in,’ he said.
‘So I see. So what did you need me for?’
He gestured at the board in front of him. ‘How big should I make the letters?’
I sighed, then fluffed my hair out before pulling it back and twisting it into a ponytail. ‘All right, big boy, give me the pencil.’
I sketched out the letters forKISSING BOOTHon the huge plank of wood.
‘But they’re not totally even. That “o” is way narrower than that one. And the “h” is half the height of that “s”.’
‘I know that. But you can go back over them and measure the lines properly. It doesn’t matter if it’s not perfect, with what I’ve got in mind.’
‘Pray tell.’
I bit my lip, trying to find the right words to describe the image I had in my mind. It wasn’t easy. ‘Well, we’ve got the big main board of the booth, and we’ll nail on the letters at odd angles so they overlap and all point different ways, because that’ll look cooler than just having flat out “Kissing Booth”. Does that make sense?’
Lee nodded, looking at the plank. I could practically hear him piecing together my idea in his mind. ‘I see what you mean. It’ll look cool.’
‘I know,’ I told him.
