What was going on with her friends?
“I’m going to tell her,” Sadie announced.
“Tell me what?” Molly scooted closer to her friends.
“Gavin asked her what emoji was appropriate in this situation,” Sadie said, holding her palm over her mouth.
“Are you kidding me?” Molly’s entire body went still.
“I cannot believe you actually took him as a student.” Sadie shook her head at Kaiya.
Kaiya continued typing. “I took pity on him after the whole thumbs-up thing.”
Then what the hell was she saying to him that was making Molly’s dots go on and off and on and off?
Molly looked at her screen. Well, off. Her dots had completely stopped dancing.
This stunk. Dating sucked. She should just go do something else with her life. Maybe she could give advice to other mothers like April did. April gave tips to stay calm; Molly could give tips about how to retrieve Skittles from their kids’ noses.
Seemed like a good idea.
Then the group of women moved from Kaiya’s cell to Molly’s in unison.
“Gavin has never been a fast typer,” Rachel said while they all waited.
“He’s just taking his time to be sure it’s right,” Kaiya insisted. “He’s got this.”
“What did you tell him to say?” Molly asked, supremely leery of anything they could’ve actually told him.
“I can’t tell you that.” Kaiya frowned. “It’d violate trust.”
“Whose side are you on?” Molly asked, hoping that she wasn’t wrong and Kaiya was still on Molly’s side if there was ever a need to actually pick sides in this mess.
“I can tell you.” Rachel popped her hand up like she was at school, sitting in the front row of class.
Before she could say anything, though, Molly’s phone chimed.
Gavin:Would enjoy that. Sounds good.
Uh.
“C’mon, Gavin.” Kaiya was so antsy, she swayed from side to side. “Just like I told you.”
Molly’s phone chimed again.
A cinnamon roll emoji and…Molly glared at Kaiya. There was a droplet emoji, too.
Kaiya seemed to have a need to explain, saying, “There’s not an actual emoji for mois—”
“Don’t even finish that word,” Molly said, but she couldn’t help the lightness in her chest.
“So is this a date?” she asked the group. It felt like a date.
Except all she’d done was ask Gavin if he wanted to get together to talk about black tie.
This wasn’t a date. No. Not a date at all.
“Aren’t you the dating guru?” Sadie asked. “Shouldn’t we be asking you that question?”
