“And we made you this,” Eli says, pulling a sandwich from behind him. “And when we say made, we mean we bought it for you.” He sets it in front of me, and I don’t even have to open it to know that it’s a bologna sandwich. I glance up at my friends and press my hand to my heart. “You did this for me?” “We did,” Pacey says. “Even Halsey, but he’s reading in the back and told us not to disturb him because he just came to a plot twist. But he sends his love.” “Wow,” I say, glancing down at the sandwich. “This means a lot. Thank you.”
