I pulled my phone from my pocket to see a message from Dylan congratulating us on our last day. I was about to reply when the doors opened, and I heard Lorelai behind me.
“Thank god!”
I couldn’t help but laugh as she sat down beside me, looking lighter than I’d seen her in the past few years. She also looked completely exhausted.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you I heard from the condo board. We can go by tonight if you want and see the place in Vancouver,” Lorelai said, opening the email she’d received and sharing it with me.
I had mentioned nothing to Lorelai yet, but Dylan had already asked me to move in with him now that we were out of school. Since I wasn’t sure of the answer myself, I knew if I moved in with him, I’d have to tell Lorelai before she signed the agreement. She wouldn’t be able to afford the place on her own, especially if we didn’t get the job with the Dominators, which we were still waiting to hear from.
“Sure, I guess we can go check it out.”
“Is something wrong?” she questioned. “Did you want to look for something else? This one is higher priced.”
I shook my head. “No, the place is fine. Guess I’m just tired. I was up late getting some study time in.” I half smiled, knowing the truth was I was on the phone with Dylan for half the night when I should have been studying.
“Well, why don’t we blow this place? We’ve spent enough time here.”
“Funny you say that. I think I’m going to miss it, in some messed-up way.” I giggled.
“Me too, and in some I won’t.”
We both laughed and then headed to the car.
I carefully placed the salmon onto the baking sheet and seasoned it perfectly, then slid it into the oven while Lorelai made the salad. The doorbell rang, and I ran to answer it only to find a box sitting on the porch wrapped with a red ribbon.
“Who is it?” I heard Lorelai ask.
“A box,” I muttered, locking the door back up and heading into the kitchen with it.
“Sorry, who was it?” she asked again, tossing the salad.
“What?” I questioned.
“I asked you who was at the door.”
“It’s a box.” I shrugged, pulling at the red ribbon and lifting the lid to see a bottle of wine and a card.
Lorelai made her way over and pulled the wine from the box. “Oh, it’s an expensive one. Candace and Phil are having this at their wedding. Who’s it from?” she questioned, reading the label.
I opened the card to see ‘Congratulations’ written on the front of it, and on the back, ‘Hope you enjoy. Sorry I can’t be there. Love Dylan.’
“It’s from Dylan,” I answered, placing the card on the table, which Lorelai picked up right away.
“Ahhh, how sweet! He can’t be here, but he’s still thinking of you.” She swooned, gesturing to the cupboard for two glasses.
Dylan had plans with the guys from the team tonight, but he’d promised he’d be here in spirit.
I handed her the corkscrew and grabbed the two glasses, placing them on the table while I quickly checked the fish. Lorelai had just poured the wine and passed me one glass when the phone rang.
“Ugh, don’t drink just yet. We need to cheers each other,” she said, reaching for the phone.
I watched as she listened to whatever was being said. She nodded, mumbled a few things, and then agreed we’d see whoever it was on Monday. I frowned as she hung up, wondering who it was. When she said nothing, I placed my wineglass down and placed my hands on my hips.
“Well, you going to tell me what that was about?” I questioned.
She looked at me and nodded.
“Okay then, tell me, what are we doing on Monday?”
