A/N: Sorry this has been so long in coming. DH did come out, though, so you should give me a break. There's also been a mixture of laziness and the worst kind of writers block involved – the kind where you know what's supposed to happen, but can't find the words. Ugh. This isn't very long at all, but it's to hold you guys over while I'm busy writing my other fics. Here you are, then…
The Summer I Forgot to Change
8. Coffee
I stared at Embry, trying to compose my expression. I was sure it had to be flooded with a mixture of shock, half-hearted anger, and awe. In the end, though, awe conquered all – a smile broke out over my face.
"And…?" I prompted.
Embry seemed relieved. She let out a heavy sigh, "And his name is Bryan. He works at Starbucks. He's seventeen, he goes Preston, you know, the high school over by mall, and he's totally cute. Oh," she banged the tabletop with her palm, "and he spilled coffee on me. Mocha Capi'."
"Hot."
"I know, he really was. He has, like, sandy hair, Leonardo DiCaprio style. Ah…" Embry trailed off, sighing again.
"Actually," I said, smiling, "I was talking about the coffee, but –"
"Shut up," Embry mumbled quickly, kicking me under the table.
We were in Embry's kitchen again, which – though it looked exactly like mine – always seemed more welcoming. And we were sitting around the round, teak kitchen table in matching chairs.
"So, when are you seeing him again?" I asked at the same time that Embry inquired "What about that Dean guy?"
We laughed and answered together again:
"Were having coffee during his break tomorrow."
"We went to dinner. Ohmigod, it was amazing."
"You first," Embry scooted her chair in. Her eyes were filled with this greedy message that I read to mean: I want all the gory details.
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