Page 91 of The Design of Goodbye
“She’s even more amazing in person,” said Taylor.
“You seem really close,” I said.“How long have you been friends?”
“Only since May.” The interior lights of her car flickered off, but she didn’t bother to turn them back on as the parking lot lights bathed us in an orange glow.
“Where did you meet?”
“Yoga class. Look, Madison—” She swirled the remaining liquid in the coffee she’d ordered for the drive home. “Sorry, never mind.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, sure.” She waved her hand like it was nothing. “We’ll talk about it later.”
I grabbed my and Liam’s stuff. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Just tired.”
But as soon as I opened the door and cold, snowy air filled the car, Taylor grabbed the sleeve of my coat. “Wait.”
I twisted back around.
“I wanted to tell you something.” She paused, and sensing she was about to tell me something serious, I waited quietly for her to continue. “Amy and I—” She fumbled with the lid of her coffee. And then fear, concern, and hope flashed across her face in quick succession before she said, “Amy and I are together.”
“I had a feeling,” I admitted, smiling.
Taylor was relieved but shocked. “How?”
“I dunno.” I tried to think back to the moment I’d felt thatsparkbetween them. “Maybe it was the way you looked at each other? Or the way you talked about each other to me.”
“I thought we hid it well.” She laughed softly. “I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while...I never knew how to bring it up.”
“I’m glad you told me.”
“Not a lot of people know,” she said. “My parents and a few other friends. So, if—”
“I won’t say anything.” I’d never closed the passenger door, so we were sprinkled with snow. I closed the car door and curled my legs on the seat. “Do you want to tell me about her?”
Taylor got comfortable, too, looking excited. “Well, that yoga class...I remember thinking how beautiful she was with her black hair pulled into a bun, her tan skin with her yellow yoga pants. She wasalllegs.”
“How’d you start talking?”
“I fell on her,” she said sheepishly.
I couldn’t help it—a laugh burst out of me. “You literally fell on her?”
“It’s not funny!” said Taylor, but she was laughing, too. “I never said I was good at yoga. After class, she offered to help me with some poses. We haven’t stopped talking since.”
“That’s the most adorable meet-cute I’ve ever heard.”
Taylor giggled. “I’m glad you think so. It was kind of embarrassing, but I like to think it was—”
“Fate?”
“I hope so.” She focused on the snow.
I frowned at her sudden shift in emotion. “Then, why are you sad?”
In a weak voice, she answered, “She’s moving. After graduation.”
