Macie: I’ll definitely text you when it is.
Axel: You better.
Axel: I’m proud of you, sis.
Macie: Ditto, kid.
Sunday 7:23pm
Reid: Come outside. I’m reading.
Macie: Porch?
Reid: Yep.
Macie: Hot chocolate?
Reid: Please.
Macie: I’ll be a few.
Macie: And I’m bringing you a fantasy book to read.
Reid: If you insist.
Reid: Are Grayson and Cole still out?
Macie: Yeah. They won’t be home until late.
Reid: Good, because seeing you and not being able to kiss you is killing me.
Macie: Me too, cowboy.
Monday 9:45pm
Macie: Do you think that a blue top or pink would look nicer for the festival?
Reid: Why aren’t you sleeping?
Macie: I could ask you the same question.
Reid: I’m downstairsworking still.
Macie: It’s almost 10.
Reid: Yeah, but trying to get this finished before tomorrow. Dad wants to start making plans for Holden’s place.
Macie: Well that’s very nice of him.
Macie: But also it’s late.
Reid: Exactly.
Reid: Also, blue suits you better.
Macie: Thanks, cowboy.
Reid: Goodnight, cowgirl.