Page 60 of Meet Me on Love Street
Finally, Cara shakes her head. “Nothing interesting. Same old.”
Yeah, she’s definitely still drinking Hannah’s BS. I sigh. If never talking about her girlfriend is the way for me and Cara to stay friends, I can do that.
Cara suddenly stands and picks up her bag. “I need to head out. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, kids!” Cara waves and leaves the café.
“That was weird,” I say.
Miles also stands, taking my and his mugs to the counter. “What was weird?”
“Cara. I think she doesn’t want to mention Hannah to me.” I exhale, standing. “I hope she’s okay.”
Miles shrugs, coming back to me. “I think Cara is smart enough to know what’s best for herself in a relationship.”
“I hope so.” I look at Miles, smiling. “Want to walk me home?”
“Um, my bike’s there, so I was going to either way.”
I run my finger softly down his bare arm. It’s staying quite warm in the evening now, so he’s just in a T-shirt. He gasps softly at the touch. Huh. Interesting. I do it again with the other arm and watch goose bumps erupt on him. “How sensitive is your skin, anyway?” I ask.
He chuckles again. “Why do I feel like this summer just got a lot more fun?”
I laugh. “Down, boy. Mom’s home. C’mon, though, we can hang out on the balcony.”
Ten minutes later we’re sitting at the small table on my balcony, eating a bag of organic chips and drinking a pot of tea.
“Everything for the festival is coming together so well,” I say.
Miles nods. “Yeah, I keep waiting for a shoe to drop. It’s almost goingtoosmoothly.”
I shake my head. “Nonsense. No shoe will drop. The festival is going to beperfect.This whole summer is going to be epic.” I beam at him. I completely agree with what he said earlier—thanks to Miles, I suspect this summer is going to be alotof fun.
We talk a bit more about the festival while we drink our tea. He’s so easy to talk to, but it’s getting late. And I can see my mother looking at me through the window. “I should go,” I say. “Mom’s chill, but she’s still a Brown mom.”
He cringes, then stands to unlock his bike. “We’re still on for tomorrow, right?”
I nod. “I get off at five.”
“Can you meet me inside Broadview subway station as soon as you’re done work?”
“Sure. Where are we going, anyway?” I ask. And why would we meet atBroadview—there are a few stations closer to Love Street, and his place.
“It’s a surprise. Just meet me there.” He pulls his bike off the bike rack and leans it against the railing at the top of the stairs.
“How should I dress? Will we be outside?”
He shakes his head. “Dress for public transportation and a fast-casual restaurant.”
Casual restaurant? I’m really curious… Is this date going to be something from his list of inexpensive things to do in Toronto?
He gives me one of his wide smiles. “Trust me, Sana.”
“Of course I trust you.” I take a step toward him.
Through the window on the door, I can see my mother in the kitchen. She waves at me. I roll my eyes, then turn back to Miles.
“Text me when you get home?” I ask.
He nods, then wraps his arms around me. I freaking adore how touchy-feely Miles already is. “I want to kiss you,” he says softly.
