I arrived at the restaurant to find Ava tapping her watch impatiently.
The moment she spotted me, she launched into a lecture.
"Don't blow this opportunity. I'm dying to finally be your maid of honor, you know."
She gave me that look—the one that said she was up to something.
Before I could figure out what she was plotting, a tall figure stepped into view.
"Ella Garner! It's been forever!"
That confident voice cut through the restaurant noise, and I looked up.
It was an incredibly handsome face—and somehow familiar.
Wait... where did I know him from?
Why did my brain always short-circuit at moments like this?
"Still drawing a blank, huh?"
He leaned in closer, and his smile triggered a flood of memories.
Those high school days,
That moment of teenage cluelessness.
"Mrs. Reynolds! Ella's passing notes in class!"
I'd been caught daydreaming, and someone had ratted me out.
I spun around to see the same troublemaker grinning at me.
"Mike Chancer, you are so dead...!"
Mike
