This makes the others laugh. Jonah was right. They’re weirdos.
I clear my throat. “We went surfing.”
Birdie gasps dramatically. “Without inviting us?”
“You were asleep,” Silvie says, looking smug. “Just like every other morning that you skip yoga.”
“That’s fair,” Birdie says, then leans closer. “We’re about to go stir up some trouble.”
Wilby’s eyes light up, and he whispers to Silvie, “You’re right. I adore them.”
Lucille calls out to him, “You’re new.”
“I flew in yesterday,” Wilby says proudly.
“Welcome,” January calls. “We’re headed off to cause chaos.”
“Where?” Silvie asks, throwing concerned frown at Birdie.
“We’ve got errands,” Birdie waves, looking like they’re definitely not off to run errands.
They clatter out as loudly as they came in, leaving the place buzzing and laughing.
Wilby exhales. “I’d go cause chaos with them. They look fun.”
Silvie smiles, reaching for her coffee. “Told you this town was special.”
I watch her for a few seconds longer than I should. Sun-kissed and happy. Silvie is special.
Wilby’s phone rings while we’re still laughing about the Bees, and the shift in him is instant. He glances at the screen and stands. “I need to take this.”
Like he switches from friend hat to assistant hat and makes his way out front of the restaurant.
“I hope everything is okay,” I say, pouring myself some coffee.
“Me, too,” Silvie says as she frowns.
We watch him through the window. He paces and stops and then runs a hand through his hair. He says something and motions with his hands as he says it, clearly worked up on whatever conversation is taking place right now.
Whatever is happening, it doesn’t look good.
Silvie watches, her shoulders tense like she senses this, too.
Wilby ends the call and kicks a pebble, clearly pissed. He takes a deep breath, then comes back inside.
“It must be bad,” Silvie mutters.
Wilby slides back into the booth. Silvie and I watch him, concerned.
Silvie leans across the booth. “What happened?”
Wilby shakes his head. “We can talk later. It’s not good.”
Silvie looks at me, then back at him. “Just tell me.”
Wilby leans in and whispers, “Your sister and Tyler are getting married this week.”
Silvie blinks and practically hisses. “What?”
