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Jett?

Jules

Yep.

Me

Wow.

Jules

Told you.

Changed your mind about that date?

Me

Maybe.

You’re not playing fair.

Another message came in. A picture of Jett sitting in the grass, a golden retriever draped across his lap. He was laughing, the dog licking his cheek.

I typed fast, a tiny smile shaping my lips.

* * *

Me

Okay, you’re really playing dirty. The dog is adorable.

Jules

I’m telling you. You’d be a great match. He’s smart and doesn’t collect girls like they’re on the verge of extinction. You wouldn’t have to do the whole long-distance thing since—I repeat—his college is only a forty-minute drive from here.

Please give him a chance.

Me

Fine. One date. I work all weekend, though. He gets one chance.

From the corner of my eye, I spotted my friend doing a little victory dance in her seat.

Jules

Consider it done. By the way, he said you look hot too.

I turned to face her. “He said that?” I asked in a whispered tone.

“I sorta showed him a picture of you the other day.”

“Jules,” I whisper-shouted.

She shrugged. “What? You’ll thank me later.”

The guy sitting in front of us turned around and shot us a glare.

I mimicked zipping my lips, and Jules rolled her eyes.