She stands up and begins looking around. “She was actually just here about ten minutes ago, but I told her you weren’t due in until one. She said she’d wait, but I don’t see her.” She continues looking until her eyes light up. “Oh, there she is. I’d spot that beautiful red hair anywhere. She’s at the table in the corner, her back turned to us.”
At the mention of beautiful red hair, my heart nearly skips a beat. I mentally ridicule myself. I have no idea why I still think every single redhead I see is going to be Andi. As I turn to see where Mrs. Marsh is pointing, I easily spot the redhead. I’m about to thank her and head towards the back table when someone across from her nods in my direction. Slowly, she turns her head, and as our eyes meet, I can’t move from my spot.
Less than twenty feet away from me is the girl I’ve been simultaneously looking for and avoiding for the past three years.
The girl whose mixtape has nearly worn out from continuous play.
The girl I’m supposed to tutor and not five minutes ago I made a vow to keep my hands off of.
Less than twenty feet away from me is Andi. For the first time in over three years, I’m face to face with her. Ruby.
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