Celeste sighs dreamily. “Selene, you’re so far gone.”

Groaning, I shove my hands over my face.

Am I?

Yeah. I am.

I peek at her through my fingers. “Yeah. We’ve talked a few times, we hung out at the lake a week or so ago, and he let me sketch him. We then went on a really thoughtful date at his house the next day. His aunt, Aubrey, actually wrote his number on a napkin for me because somehow in all of that, I never got it from him.”

Celeste gasps, bolting upright so fast she nearly knocks over a bottle of nail polish. “Wait, wait, wait. Back up. He let you sketch him?!”

I nod, my face heating. “Yeah, he was really patient about it. Didn’t even fidget too much.”

Celeste’s eyes are practically sparkling. “Do you still have it? I need to see.”

I hesitate for a second before leaving to go grab my sketchbook, flipping to the page. Celeste snatches it the moment it’s in sight and gasps dramatically. “Selene. This is gorgeous—oh my God, look at his jawline. And the way you shaded his eyes?” She fans herself. “Girl, you are in it.”

I groan. “Stop.”

Celeste wiggles her eyebrows, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Nope, you’re done for.”

I snatch my sketchbook back before she can make it worse. Celeste sighs, flopping back against the couch. “Alright, alright. So, what did he say when you texted him?”

I freeze. Silence stretches between us.

Celeste narrows her eyes. “You did text him, right?”

My face betrays me before I can even think of lying. I feel the heat creeping up my neck, burning like I’ve just been caught red-handed in a crime I didn’t even know I was committing.

Celeste shrieks. “You haven’t texted him yet? Selene!”

“I’m scared!” The words burst out of me before I could stop them. My voice pitches higher, full-on panic mode activated. “What if he thinks I’m weird because I got his number from his aunt? Or desperate?”

Celeste blinks at me, her green eyes wide like I just told her I believe in Bigfoot. Then she leans forward, voice sweet but firm. “First of all, he already knows you’re weird. That ship has sailed, sunk, and been turned into an artificial reef. And second, his aunt gave you his number. That’s like the universe personally handing you a cheat code. Clearly, he’s into it.”

I hesitate, chewing on my bottom lip. “What would I even say?”

Celeste, bless her soul, snatches my phone out of my hand before I can react. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this.”

I immediately start to worry.

She scrolls through my contacts with laser focus like this is the most important mission of her life. Then, her entire face lights up. Oh no.