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She’s perched on the edge of her seat, knees bouncing, biting the inside of her cheek.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. I glance down, and her name lights the screen.

Layla

So… is it too early to request snacks? Like, do you even have In-N-Out, or am I doomed?

A low chuckle escapes me, quiet enough that Catalina shoots me a curious look. I clear my throat, typing back.

Reed

Yes to In-N-Out, but the lines are hours long

Three dots dance.

Layla

Ughhh. This is a crisis. Do you deliver snacks to baggage claim? Asking for myself

My lips twitch.

Reed

I’ll deliver you. Snacks optional.

She fires back almost instantly.

Layla

Smooth, Hayes. Careful, I might start believing you’re sweet.

I shift in my seat, the corner of my mouth lifting. My thumb hesitates over the keys before I type.

Reed

Maybe I am. Just don’t tell anyone.

Her reply makes me huff, laugh out loud.

Layla

Too late. I’m tweeting “Reed Hayes is secretly soft.”

Carter cuts me a side-eye at the sound. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” I say quickly, tucking the phone low, warmth buzzing in my chest.

Another buzz.

Layla

Seriously, though, thanks for texting me back. I needed it tonight.

My throat tightens. I stare at the words for a longmoment before answering.

Reed

Me too.