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“Balthazar’s Antiques. Five bucks. The guy had to show me how to use
it.”
“Incredible,” I say, threading our fingers together. “But aren’t you
allergic to romantic performances?”
Irene smirks. She raises that eyebrow, the one with the scar I love so
much. “Not when they’re done for their own sake. And not when it’s your
birthday weekend. Besides, I can’t let you outdo me.”
“Uh-huh,” I say, leaning into her.
She kisses me. Our friends start to whoop in the background.
“You’re something else,” I tell her.
Her eyes dance. “I really am, huh?”
“Shut up.”
I pull her close by the fabric of her trench coat and kiss her again. When
the song starts to fade away, Irene holds a hand to my mouth, spins around,
and restarts the track. I laugh out loud.
“Have to set the mood?”
“Obviously,” she says, and she kisses me again.
You would think, based on the fact that I’ve watched the Say
Anything … boom box scene a million times, that I wouldn’t have
bumblebees in my stomach when my cheerleader girlfriend reenacts it for
me in the school parking lot.
You would be wrong.