“Hey gorgeous” he says to me as I walk past him to get in the car.
“Hey Justin” I say, giggling (and almost certainly blushing. Thank God for foundation!). This is not normal; not normal at all. I normally find talking to Justin as easy as breathing: not tonight though. Tonight I was almost … nervous.
“Y’know”, he says to me as he gets in the driver’s seat of the car. I could hear the cockiness in his voice, even before he said, “You’re supposed to say ‘Hey handsome’” That gets us both laughing.
“Okay, hey handsome. Are you happy now Justin? Come on, let’s get going; I can’t shake the feeling we’re being watched from inside the house.” He shrugs and drives away towards Starbucks.