Misfortune and Mr. Right (Only Magic in the Building)

by Savannah Scott

Who knows? Maybe one rainy day, you’ll look back on this conversation while you’re putting a pupbrella on Rhett, scratching the wallpaper for one last sniff before your morning walk.” Logan chuckles. “Yeah. I’m sure that day is right around the corner.”

butterflies can’t even see their own wings.”

Gil leans in. “I’m curious about what you told Spike.” “What’s that?” My eyes are still on Olivia. She’s laughing with Megan. They’ve been joined by two guys who played on our football team. “You haven’t found the one?” Gil asks. “I haven’t.” “I think you have.”

If this is how he dances, I wonder how he kisses.

I open my phone and put on Rhett’s favorite song, “Just Dance” by Lady Gaga.

“So … pasta?” I offer. “We have some options. I’ve got fusilli, linguini, and angel hair, I think. And I know how to make an alfredo, a marinara, or I could make an amatriciana since we aren’t going to be kissing.” What did I just say?

Do you want to actually come in? Or did you just come here to thank me, give me the best kiss of my life, and leave me paralyzed and overwhelmed in the hallway?”