“I had the fastest time of the season. The last mile all I was thinking about was you.”
I can feel her smile on the opposing shoreline of the phone.
Renae is silent. For some reason I feel impelled to inquire about her hot mom without referring to her as hot. I ask Renae how her mom is doing.
Reane tells me that she is doing fine.
I have no clue how to ask her out. I have no clue how to emotionally evince to her that I think about her all the time.
“Well, maybe we can hang out again sometime soon.
Renae responds by telling me that she would like that
That she would like that a lot.
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