Flashback ( PDFDrive )

Even Ro had no complaints, despite the definite presence of
sparkles. She sprawled out on one of the chairs and worked her way
through an entire tray of ripplefluffs.
“Do I want to know how you found this place?” Sophie wondered as
she finished off her third butterblast.
“Of course you do,” Keefe told her. “But I never reveal my secrets.”
“Even to me?” she asked, not sure where the question came from.
Her cheeks burned as he studied her—and she didn’t want to admit
that it stung when he said, “Yeah, Foster—even to you.”
She shoved another butterblast into her mouth to save herself from
having to respond.
But when their eyes met again, his gaze had softened, and he
whispered, “At least for now.”
The words weren’t an invitation. They were an end to the
conversation. And since Sophie wasn’t sure what they were talking
about anymore, she left it at that.
“Thank you,” she said as he walked her back to the Healing Center
and she tried to make a note of the route so she could find the secret
cafeteria again. “Tonight would’ve been . . . pretty rough if you hadn’t
stopped by.”
“I know,” he told her. “For me too.”
“Awwwwwww, you guys are SO adorable,” Ro jumped in.
“You want to talk about adorable,” Keefe snapped back. “I wrote
another verse in The Ballad of Bo and Ro—and just think! Tomorrow,
Foster finally gets to meet your long-lost love!”
“Do not share that verse,” Ro warned, pretty much guaranteeing
that Keefe would be chanting it to her for the rest of the night. But
first she told Sophie, “Don’t tell him anything about me.”