It was huge. I was attending a very difficult surgery with the chief, and I was super nervous.
“Who keeps texting you?” Isabelle asked.
“Cole. He’s gonna crash our lunch date.”
“Good for him. I knew why I liked Cole.”
Cole: I’m gonna be late. Traffic.
Laney: How late?
Cole: Ten or fifteen minutes.
Laney: Boohoo. But this will only leave us with 5 minutes. That’s just enough for a super quick kiss.
Cole: Or you can change now and earn us a few minutes.
Laney: Already did that, so I’m in my scrubs with my pager on me.
Cole: Stop talking dirty to me.
Giggling, I just pushed the phone away, focusing on Isabelle again.
She was smiling at me. “Damn, Cole’s good for you girl.”
“I agree one hundred percent.”
“Oh, forgot to tell you. Lisa got married.”
Lisa had been one of our best friends growing up, but we’d drifted apart in college.
“No, way. Do you have pictures?”
“There are a ton on Facebook.”
“I forgot my password, so I can’t log in again. I hate resetting it too, since I have so many security questions and I don’t know what the heck I put for those.” I gave my friend the pouty face because it was true. I suck with social media things.
Isabelle got out her phone, obviously feeling sorry for me, tapping on the screen before turning it so I could see.
“Oh, she’s so beautiful. And they both look so happy.” Lisa had always been gorgeous, but with the white dress and the flowers, she just radiated joy.
“Remember when we used to sneak in each other’s houses and cause trouble?”
“Oh, yeah.”
We took a walk down memory lane that went on about ten minutes, and it was astounding how many details we remembered.
“Let me see more pics,” I said, holding her phone and scrolling to the right. I was immensely happy for our friend. I was also relieved that looking at her gorgeous white dress didn’t freeze me up, though I did have this strange feeling in my stomach that I couldn’t place.
“Looking at that makes me so nervous,” I said.
“What makes you nervous, beautiful girl?” Cole asked, lowering himself in the seat next to me.
I jumped a little because I hadn’t seen him coming. Isabelle took the phone from my hand. The movement caught Cole’s attention, and his eyes widened the second he glimpsed the screen.
“Hey, Cole. I’m off, don’t want to steal any of your time together. You only have a few minutes left anyway.”
“You sure? Good to see you, Isabelle,” he said.