Chapter 27
Harris:
Done with your class?
Lucy:
Harris:
I didn’t love waking up to find you gone.
Lucy:
Why are you acting like I snuck out? I kissed you goodbye . . .
Harris:
Guess I’m being greedy.
Lucy:
You could’ve come to yoga class if you wanted—in fact, there’s still time. Coffee delivery is also accepted.
Harris:
Noted. Favorite coffee order?
Lucy:
Oat milk latte with cinnamon. Hazelnut.
Harris:
Adorable. Mine’s black. No nonsense.
Lucy:
Interesting . . .
Harris:
Would it make me sound like a pussy if I said this has been the best week ever, of my life?
Lucy:
Why do I feel like that sentiment might be an exaggeration? You’ve played in the Super Bowl.
Harris:
Yeah, but after you’ve done it once, doing it a second time doesn’t live up to the hype.
Lucy:
You are So full of shit lol
Harris:
I’m offended by your lack of faith in me.
Lucy:
I found a video last night after you fell asleep and watched you eat two dozen pizza rolls straight from the microwave. Don’t talk to me about being offended. You have No taste.
Harris:
Pizza rolls are a sacred post-practice tradition.
Lucy:
Blah blah blah . . .
Harris:
How many people are in your next class?
Lucy:
Anywhere between 8 and 12 people show up, it all depends.
Harris:
Are you going to be glad to be rid of the guys?
Lucy:
I’m going to miss them in class, they’re fun. And surprisingly good at yoga.
Harris:
I’m pretty sure Dex’s girlfriend makes him practice yoga and Pilates, but don’t quote me on that.
Lucy:
I knew it! Dex has perfect balance.
Harris:
So . . . how did the whole festival end yesterday for Annabelle? Did she survive?
Lucy:
Barely. I think she aged five years in one afternoon. She almost lost her shit when the waffle stand ran out of syrup.
Harris:
Not the syrup!!!!
Lucy:
Lol I know. Like, she had One job.
Lucy:
Well. She had a million jobs . . .
Lucy:
She’s meeting me later to give me the rundown and I fully expect a meltdown. Or at least a tear or two. RIP waffle stand.
Harris:
Gone, but never forgotten.
Lucy:
Okay, I have to get moving. But I’ll let you know if Annabelle combusts.
Harris:
Deal. And Lucy?
Lucy:
Hmm?
Harris:
I meant what I said about this being the best week.
Lucy:
Stop, you’re going to have me blushing before class . . .
Harris:
Will I see you today?
Lucy:
It’s a small town. See if you can find me.