Fried Pickles and the Fuzz Page 8
"What'd he look like? Handsome?" Scarlett raised her eyebrows up and down.
"Not too bad." My smile widened. "Okay, really good looking."
"You sound like you enjoyed his company, even if only for a few moments," Scarlett gushed.
My cheeks warmed. I hoped no one noticed the mist of yearning in my eyes.
"I'd say from the way she's blushing, he's probably as tasty as this cake." Rachel shoved the last bite of dessert into her mouth.
I swallowed hard but remained silent. She had no idea.
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