“Girl, chill,” Joss said between her teeth, but I was helpless to stop the whole-face smile that broke free as I said, “Michael Young?” Clearly the cosmos had known Michael would be appearing before me that day, so it had done everything in its power to make me presentable. I was so happy that I’d taken the time to apply Retrograde Red. He must’ve sensed a stalker in his midst, because the slo-mo stopped, the birds disappeared, and he looked right at me.
His hair was thick and blond and styled the same as his clothes-intentionally casual. He was wearing khakis and a nice black shirt, the kind of outfit that showed he knew what looked good but also didn’t spend too much time on fashion.
My brain cued up “Someone Like You,” and the song started over from the beginning.
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