Accidentally Amy

by Lynn Painter

She changed into her pajamas (yes, at 6:10pm),

“Now, um, can I talk to you as Izzy from the coffee shop, not Izzy from work?”

“Sure. It’s not often that a funny, charming, beautiful girl – though no longer beautiful to me because she’s now just an employee - appears out of nowhere and starts rubbing your chest in a coffee shop.”

Thank God her cousins were fun.

I fucking love my new best friend.

Blake: Be honest - you're in line for coffee, aren't you? Izzy: That's terrifying. Did you put an air tag in my purse? Blake: No, I stuck it to your back like a modern-day "kick me" sign. Also, you go every day – wasn’t tough to figure out.

This is more of a look into my eyes and just trust me sort of thing.”

You told me ‘bout your past, thinking your future was me - the lyric came at him out of nowhere.

I’m literally counting the hours until I can pick you up. Weird, right? Blake: Absolutely bizarre, yet I feel the EXACT same way. I think we might’ve eaten spoiled meat or something. Izzy: For sure. This whole thing is either love or spoiled meat. Blake: Well, then - I spoiled meat you. Izzy: I spoiled meat you, too.