Andrew shot his twin an impressed look. “Listen to you, being all insightful and stuff.”

Jeni snorted and returned her attention to the television.

Andrew grinned and pulled up his email on his phone. He read through one from Todd Griffin and another from a classmate about a study group. He also received confirmation that he’d passed the background check and online training for the Children’s Hospital program and that he was eligible to volunteer. He texted Lauren right away.

Andrew: I’ve got good news.

Lauren: You passed your test?

Andrew smiled. They’d both ended up at The Grind House two nights ago with their books—naturally it had become Andrew’s favorite place to study—and he’d mentioned he had an exam the next day.

Andrew: I did, but that’s not it. I’m officially approved as a volunteer at Children’s Hospital.

Lauren: Really? That’s great! I didn’t know you applied.

Andrew: Right after you told me about it.

Lauren: When are you going to go?

Andrew: I was hoping I could come with you. The first time, at least. I don’t know what to expect. Would you mind?

Lauren: I don’t mind. I’m going this Saturday at nine.

Andrew: That sounds great. Will I see you tomorrow at my appointment?

Lauren: Actually, I took the day off. I have a dentist appointment and need to get my oil changed.

Andrew: I can’t help with the teeth but I could change your oil. Save you a few bucks.

Lauren: You know how to do that?

Andrew: Of course.

Lauren: Impressive. The appointment is all set up but I’ll remember that for next time.

She likely didn’t realize that meant they’d still need to be in touch several months down the road…but luckily for her, Andrew fully intended for that to be the case.

Andrew: Should I meet you at the hospital on Saturday?

Lauren: Where do you live?

Andrew: River Market.

Lauren: You’re close to the hospital. I guess I could pick you up on my way.

Andrew was surprised by the offer, but sure as hell wouldn’t decline it. He texted his address and said he’d see her Saturday. Jeni’s dry comment came as he hit the send button. “Get that ridiculous smile off your face. You look like a fool.”

He only smiled wider.

…

On Saturday morning, Lauren picked Andrew up at eight forty-five on the dot. She drove a black Honda Civic, and Andrew thought it fit her personality perfectly. A practical model that never seemed to go out of style.

He grinned at her after he settled in and buckled his seatbelt. “Hi.”

“Hey, you.”