Meeting Josh
Macy did my hair. Macy did my makeup. I got to get dressed. Too bad for me, I really had to go to the bathroom! I squirmed on the cool park bench for at least forty minutes. I decided to hurry and run to the bathroom.
I found a little antique shop and I used the restroom. When I cam back, Josh was sitting in my place on the bench. Please don't be a honeypot. Please don't be a honeypot! I thought.
I sat down on the far end of the bench and pretended like I didn't recognize him – which, hello, I did! I have a photographic memory!
"Cammie?" He asked. I could say something to him in fourteen different anguages, but no, of course not.
"Y… yeah. Josh?"
"Yeah. What are you doing here?"
"Sitting." Oh yes, very intelligent Cammie! For a genius, I'm not really a genius!