Oops. I should have been paying closer attention. I study the dimensions. He hands me a calculator so I can punch in my numbers, and I’m surprised at how perfect it is. “Yeah. Wow, I’ll even have the right amount of spare fabric, just in case.”
“I’ll collect the materials tomorrow so I can start it this weekend at my parents’ house. I’ll need . . .” His cheeks turn pink.
I smile. “My measurements?”
“Not all of them.” Now red.
I write down what he needs. “I’m not one of those girls. I don’t mind.”
“You shouldn’t. You’re perfect, you look beautiful.”
The words are out. He’s been so careful.
“I shouldn’t have said that.” Cricket sets aside my binder and jolts up. He moves as far away from me as possible without stepping on his roommate’s side. “I’m sorry.” He rubs the back of his head and stares out his window.
“It’s okay. Thank you.”
We’re quiet. It’s grown dark outside.
“You know.” I snap and unsnap my raincoat. “We spend a lot of time apologizing to each other. Maybe we should stop. Maybe we need to try harder to be friends. It’s okay for friends to say things like that without it getting weird.”
Cricket turns back around and looks at me. “Or to show up unannounced.”
“Though if you gave me your number, I wouldn’t have to.”
He smiles, and I pull out my cell and toss it to him. He tosses his to me. We enter our digits into each other’s phone. The act feels official. Cricket throws mine back and says, “I’m listed under ‘Naked Tiger Woman.’”
I laugh. “Are you serious? Because I entered myself as ‘Naked Tiger Lady.’”
“Really?”
I laugh harder. “No. I’m Lola.”
“The one and only.”
I walk his phone to him and place it in his open palm. “That’s a mighty fine compliment coming from you, Cricket Bell.”
His eyebrows rise slowly in a question.
And then the bedroom light flicks on.
“Whoops.” A guy half the height of Cricket and twice as wide tosses a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos onto the other bed. “Sorry, man.”
Cricket springs backward. “This is my roommate, Dustin. Dustin, this is Lola.”
“Huh,” Dustin says. “I thought you were g*y.”
“Um,” Cricket says.
“You’re always in the city, and you ignore Heather whenever she comes by.”
Heather? There’s another one?
“Guess I was wrong.” Dustin shakes his head and flops down beside his chips. “Good. Now I don’t have to worry about you looking at my junk anymore.”
I tense. “How do you know he’d be interested in your junk? It’s not like you’re attracted to every girl in the world. Why would he be attracted to every boy?”
“Whoa.” Dustin looks at Cricket. “What’s the deal?”