“No, I’ve changed my number.” She holds out her hand, and I hesitate for just a second before unlocking my screen and passing her my phone.
“You’ll probably never need to use it, but… you know.” Her lips twitch, her thumb shaking a little as she enters her number. “It’s a good idea.” Handing the phone back, she pulls hers outfrom the side pocket of her yoga pants. “Text me so I can have your number too.”
I send a lame thumbs-up emoji because I don’t know what else to do.
“Perfect.” She smiles at her screen, not looking up until just before she turns. “Thanks, Ty.”
“Bye, Dani,” I whisper to her back, staring after her until my Football Frat brothers surround me, blocking my view of Atlas’s girl.
CHAPTER 7
DANI
Tyrell bought me coffee.
That was so sweet of him.
To be honest, when I noticed he was standing in front of me this morning, I nearly bailed. I wasn’t sure I could handle bumping into him twice in less than twenty-four hours, but then those girls were flirting and he got all shy, and it brought back all these sweet memories of him in high school.
He wasalwaysbeing chased by the girls, and he never knew what to do with them. It was hilarious. Atlas and I would watch him squirming. Occasionally, he’d manage to flirt back, and he did date a few girls in high school, but never for long. He’d always find something wrong with them and bail before things got too serious.
I wonder if he’s ever had a girlfriend for more than a month or two.
I wonder if I should ask him.
I wonder if I’ll ever bump into him again.
You have his number now. You could call him. Text him. Meet up?
The thought makes my stomach clench and I blink, focusing back on the guy opposite me.
Yeah, I really should not be letting my mind wander off to Tyrell Territory when I’m on a date with someone else.
Whoops.
Resting my elbow on the table, I prop my chin in my hand and try to focus on Sutton.
He looks really good. I caught an Uber to the restaurant, in case I felt like a drink, and when I arrived, he was waiting outside for me, looking like a cover model in his dark jeans, pale blue Henley shirt, and a brown jacket. His hair is styled, sweeping across his forehead, and I like his blue eyes. They’re likesoblue. Quite stunning, really.
My gaze drops to his lips as he continues talking.
He’s been going on for a while now, telling me all about his college experience, what he’s studying, what he hopes to do after graduation. He’s managed to arrange a summer internship with some investment company, and man, is he proud of himself.
Giving him a weak smile, I nod, trying to focus on what he’s saying while my mind starts to wander again.
It’s safe to say I’m a little bored. Which is a shame, because this is my first date since Atlas passed away, and I was really hoping for something awesome. But from the moment we sat down, all Sutton has done is talk about himself.
It’s like we’re in a freaking job interview and he’s trying to sell me on all the reasons why I should like him.
Sorry to tell you, Sutton, but it ain’t workin’. You’re boring me to tears.
It’s impossible not to think of Atlas as Sutton starts laughing and launches into a new story about how his mother thinks he’s going to be a multimillionaire by the age of thirty.
Whoop-de-do.
Atlas never cared too much about money.
He was all about the music.
