“Would you calm down, June? I’m not mad at you! I actually think that…I’d want to give this a try.”
“What?!”
“Yeah,” Eloise said, and she was as bright and red as a beet in the summer sun. She tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear. “I think I’ve always…liked you too.”
June sputtered, flabbergasted with this information. She laughed in disbelief, and Eloise smiled back.
“No way.”
“Yeah. I’m like ninety-five percent sure I’m in love with you.”
“Pfft. No way. You wouldn’t be interested in someone like me.”