Page 63 of Seeds of Love
…How did you know about that?
Please, that’s ur go-to escape plan. Remember when you told that guy in Bio you were moving to Antarctica to study penguin mating rituals?
That was ONE TIME
nd what about tonight?
Okay, twice. But this time I was just studying regular penguins
Progress!
Also, HOLY SHIT, TROY ACTUALLY DID IT. Sending video evidence [Video attachment: Troy attempting to fit an entire burrito in his mouth while Ethan cheers him on]
If he chokes, remember the Heimlich. Actually, wait, film that too
Obvs. Need to document the full scientific process
“What’s so funny?” Tara asks, hanging up from the pizza place.
“Nothing,” I say quickly, trying to school my expression.
Update: Alfie just walked in, saw Troy, and walked straight back out without saying a word
Some say he’s still walking away to this day
Honestly, I wouldn’t blame him. The sight of Troy with half a burrito hanging out of his mouth might haunt me forever
Please tell me you’re getting multiple angles of this historic moment.
What kind of amateur do you take me for? Ethan’s got the wide shot, I’m on close-ups
I’m full-on grinning now, and I can feel Tara’s knowing gaze burning into the side of my head.
“So,” she drawls, “that’s a pretty big smile for someone who just swore off all fish…”
“It’s just about Troy doing something stupid,” I protest weakly.
“Uh-huh. And Freddie just happened to be the one telling you about it?”
“He’s just documenting it!”
“And that’s why you’re blushing?”
“I’m not—” I touch my cheeks. They’re warm. Dammit. “It’s the wine.”
“Sure it is,” Tara says, clearly not buying it.
Gtg, Ethan’s trying to convince Troy to attempt two at once. Need to be the voice of reason. Or film it. Haven’t decided which yet
Be the voice of reason. But also definitely film it
This is why we work so well together, Lexie. U get me
The message makes my stomach do a little flip that has nothing to do with the wine. Or the incorrect grammer.
“You know,” Tara says softly, “it’s okay to admit you still care about him.”
I look up to find her watching me with sympathy. “I don’t—It’s not—we’re just?—”
