The Matchmaker

by Catherine Walsh

“He’s been doing a lot of soul searching,” Callum whispers, earning himself a sharp look. “I have not,” Jack says. “You’re just—”

Now, it’s a place to be proud of. It’s a place for everyone and the only reason it’s not a pile of bricks is because you showed everyone how much you love it. And for all of those reasons and a dozen more, I’d like you to be my partner in it.”

Why am I crying

“Something that makes me look cool.” “Or something with strawberry lemonade and edible glitter.”

“You keep looking at me like that and you’re definitely going to be late,” he says, and I blush, turning back to the mirror for one final check.