Page 99 of Cool Girl Summer
“Is that what you’ve been doing all morning?” I ask, wondering how I could ever have thought he’d just abandon me at the airport. “Really?”
He nods.
“They only went on sale this morning,” he says. “Chloe told me about it. She said you’d always wanted to see her live, but that you’d never been able to get tickets.”
“They’re like gold dust,” I start to explain, before abruptly abandoning my explanation, because…
“Am I really going to see Taylor Swift?” I ask, amazed. “For real?”
“For real,” Alex confirms. “Which, if I’m not mistaken, means you’ll have completed your list of resolutions.”
The woman from the airline clears her throat ostentatiously.
“Sorry,” she says. “But we’re about to close the doors. If you want to get on this flight, you’re going to have to hurry.”
Alex smiles at me and reaches for my hand, before changing his mind, and scooping me up in his arms instead, just like he did on the way out here.
“Come on, Cool Girl,” he says. “Let’s go home.”
