Chapter 110
Oh no!” Freddie gasped as he stared at my dress.
“It’s fine,” I said immediately, maneuvering him around the puddle of Scottish orange soda.
“It’s not—Your dress—”
I smiled at him. “Tell you what—buy me an ice cream and all is forgiven.”
“Are you sure? Your dress is ruined….”
“It happens all the time,” I assured him. “Shall we?”
This time, I got the cookie dough. Freddie got the rocky road as usual, and I smiled at his expression when he took his first bite. “Good?”
“Amazing,” he said as he grabbed some extra napkins. “You should really try this.”
“Next time,” I assured him as we stepped outside. “I promise.”
We started to walk side by side, our feet falling in sync. “Are you having a fun Grad Nite?” Freddie asked. I let out a short laugh at that, and his face fell. “You’re not?”
“It’s—had some real highs and lows,” I said, after thinking about how I wanted to phrase this.
“I bet it’s going pretty fast, though?”
I smiled at that and took a bite of my ice cream. “That is not how I’d characterize it.” I turned to him. “But tell me about you. What is it that you love about playing music?”
Freddie shrugged and shifted his messenger bag to his other shoulder. “Who said I love it?”
“Well—don’t you?”
He grinned at me. “More than anything.” He raised an eyebrow. “How much time do you have?”
“I have,” I assured him with a smile, “a lot of time.”