I open my messages to find a text from Becca saying, Nice job! and another one from Drew saying, Morning. Any plans for today?

I actually wasn’t planning to do a whole lot except eat, watch anime, and maybe shower, but I want to know what he has in mind, so I say, Not really. You?

Wanna come by the shop?

My face heats up as I type back a quick, Sure.

I get dressed and smooth out my hair, which, yeah, is pretty much a lost cause. Can’t say what Drew is planning if he’s asking me to stop by, but endless possibilities float like little bubbles around my head, and I have to make sure I look hot. Brian’s already gone as I burst through the door. It’s nice out, and I’m feeling great, and I’m actually starting to kind of enjoy the walk.

The streets are more bustling than usual, and I wonder if everyone’s just taking in the first few days of summer. I can’t blame them for having that extra pep in their step because I know I certainly do. But also, it’s cold out, and I’m not sure Coloradoans know what the word “summer” is actually supposed to mean.

I slip into the shop with the full knowledge I probably have some horribly embarrassing grin on my face. “Morning!”

Drew’s organizing a stack of books, and he looks up as I approach, a smile creeping across his face. “Hey. You look happy.”

“I am happy,” I say. It’s hard not to be when the Diary’s on the rise again and I’m meeting up with a hot guy who’s bound to fall desperately in love with me. I sit down across from him and resist the urge to help him sort through the books. I really shouldn’t be putting in the effort if I’m not even going to get paid for it.

“So I take it everything worked out with the Meet Cute Diary?” he says.

I smile and nod. “And, I mean, it doesn’t hurt that I get to see you.”

He smirks, but there’s a slight blush rising in his cheeks anyway. “I noticed you didn’t tag me in the post. You can next time if you want. I don’t mind.”

It hadn’t even occurred to me to ask him the name of his blog, but I probably should’ve assumed he had one since he’s been following the Diary. I pull my phone out of my pocket, opening the Tumblr app and passing it to him. “Then I have to follow you.”

He smiles, taking the phone and typing something into it. “I’m gonna take a lunch in a half hour, and we can go do something if you want. Maybe grab some food? You know, keep up appearances?”