Juliette:
Mmhmm. Sure you did.
Speaking of Theo… I should probably tell you something before you find out in a very dramatic, very public way.
Juliette:
Why does that sound ominous?
Because I’ve already arranged for him to get a Dominion jersey. It’ll be waiting in the box when he gets there.
Juliette:
…what.
His size. His favorite number. The whole deal.
Juliette:
Sawyer. That is too much.
It’s his birthday. And he’s been talking about hockey like it’s a sacred text. I couldn’t not.
Juliette:
You realize you’re going to absolutely ruin every future birthday gift for the rest of his life, right?
I accept this burden.
Juliette:
I don’t even know what to say.
You could say “thank you” and then something nice about how handsome I am.
Juliette:
Juliette:
Thank you. You’re ridiculous.
I get that a lot.
Juliette:
This is really kind, though. I mean it.
I know. That’s why I did it.
A beat passes.
I’m going to FaceTime you right now. Is that okay?
Nothing. No dots. No reply. My heart gives a stupid little lurch.
Three seconds later, I hit the button anyway. She answers on the fifth ring, and takes my breath away.
I’m pretty sure that Juliette has no makeup on. None. Her hair is pulled up in a messy knot like she twisted it there oh-so-expertly without looking in a mirror, and she’s wearing some soft, oversized sweater that makes her look like she just stepped out of a quiet, private moment.
