“If we’d said what we wanted, you wouldn’t be wearing that mustache,” I reminded him.
“Good point,” Esteban said. “You may continue as is.”
“He’s leaning in,” Slim Trim hissed.
I looked back at Darren and Caleb, only to see that Slim was right. Darren was resting his elbows on the table, head bowed slightly as Caleb leaned forward. He reached down and touched Darren’s hand again, and for a moment, I thought Darren was going to allow it. But then Darren pulled his hand away and sat back, crossing his arms over his considerable chest. I couldn’t hear what Caleb said in response, but Darren didn’t seem to be wanting any of it.
That should not have made me as giddy as it did.
Darren then pulled his phone from his pocket, looked down, and starting typing on it.
A second later, my phone buzzed.
“He texted me,” I whispered, picking up my phone.
“What does it say?” Agnes asked as the others leaned in.
“What are you doing right now?” I read off.
“He’s on a date right now and he’s asking what you’re doing?” Slim Trim asked. “Yeah, he wants to eat your butt.”
“Whoa,” I said. “Let’s keep it classy. Also, I am totally okay with that.”
“So, we’re admitting feelings now?” Agnes asked.
“Yes,” I said. “So many feelings. Some of them are throbbing.”
“Ew,” Agnes said. “And also, aww.”
“Good,” Esteban said. “Can we just go tell him we’re here now?”
“Of course not,” I said. “That would be too easy. Have you learned nothing from me? We have to play it cool.”
Esteban groaned.
So, in an effort to play it cool, I wrote back Nothing.
I was so cool.
The response was almost instant. Really. Where are you?
Me: At home. Watching TV and knitting.
“You don’t know how to knit,” Agnes said.
“He doesn’t know that.”
Darren: Knitting, you say
Me: Yes
Darren: At home
Me: Yes
Darren: Why did you leave last night?
Me: I was tired