“Where are we going?”
“To see if someone can give us a ride home.”
“Maybe Noah could,” she said, smiling up at me.
“I don’t think it has to be Noah.Ethan and Peggy could give us a lift.”
“No, I think Noah should.He’s nice.”
“He is nice,” I said, taking her hand in mine and smiling down.
“He’s the one from the letters, isn’t he?”she asked, looking up at me.
“How did you know that?”I questioned.
She shrugged.“He told me he used to date you.”
“He did, did he?When did he tell you that?”
“Yesterday, when we were decorating the cookies.He also told me he thinks you’re pretty.”
“What else did the two of you talk about?”I questioned as we made our way down the street.
“My mom and dad.He told me he knew them.He’s really easy to talk to, just like you.”
“Let’s go,” I said, taking her hand as we crossed the street.
“I saw you guys skating in the park.”
“Yes, we used to skate when we were younger.”
“Do you think the two of you might date?”
“Oh, Sarah, where are these questions coming from?”
Sarah shrugged.“I don’t know; you just seemed happy tonight.”
“You know me; I love this time of year, and I’m always happy.”
“That is true,” Sarah said, picking up the pace to catch up to me, as we stopped in front of The Crispy Biscuit and pulled the door open to be greeted by laughter.
I stepped inside to see Noah look over at me.
“Mindi, what is it?”he questioned, getting up from the table as the rest of my friends went on talking and laughing.
“My car won’t start,” I said, letting out a sigh.
“Need a ride?”he questioned.
Before I could say anything, Sarah answered for us.
“Can you drive us home?”
Noah looked at me and smiled.
“It doesn’t have to be you,” I said, bumping Sarah’s shoulder.
Noah looked down at Sarah and winked.“If you need a ride, I don’t mind.”
