Dave laughed and looked off into the distance, his mind clearly on Gretchen, on how the night he was planning for her would play out. Julia grabbed the pen they’d been using and squeezed in the word orchestra in between two lines, then drew an arrow to show when the music would start to play, right after Gretchen saw Julia’s car, right before the kiss. Never pine silently, she thought to herself and smiled, because she was doing exactly what they were supposed to be doing. Not doing. Sometimes doing.
