Chapter 19
Gabe: Happy 19th Birthday!
Ameline: You remembered.
Gabe: Of course I remember. Even when you don’t have any more time for me.
Ameline: Me? You’re the one who’s always busy texting me at night saying, ‘sorry, just saw this but glad you’re okay.’
Gabe: Again, sorry. Med school is kicking my ass, and I don’t know if I’m built for this.
Ameline: It’s all good. Maybe one day our schedules will synchronize and we’ll be able to have a long chat—or maybe go and eat a burger. We should definitely go for ice cream.
Gabe: I have time today.
Ameline: Sorry, I can’t. Izzy is in town, and we’re going to celebrate my birthday.
Gabe: What happened to dinner with Helen at her favorite restaurant?
Ameline: Oh, she’s in California with Dad. Somehow, she won a spa day at some celebrity place. The catch was that she had to do it this weekend, or she would lose it. So they’re gone. Hurray for small miracles.
Gabe: Glad you don’t have to deal with her on your birthday.
Ameline: Hey, we’re heading out to brunch, but I’ll talk to you later.
Gabe: Enjoy your day, Ame.
Ameline: It’s been a long time since you called me that.
Gabe: :wink: emoji