That night, I went to the Romance Festival. I half expected to run into my parents, but I did not. I ran into Billie Jang instead. She looked well, given she recently lost her father. Watcher, I hope mine still has lots of time left. I know he’s old and has to go soon, but I am not ready.
I put that thought far out of my mind and headed for the tea fountain. As I turned around, I swore my heart stopped for three seconds. Devonte was there! He ordered ramen at the food stall across the way. It was dark, and he always dressed in black, so I could be mistaken. But I’d recognize that curly mop and tall, lanky frame anywhere.
I grabbed my tea and joined him, trying to stay cool and casual.
I think I caught him off guard because he spoke in a loud, exaggerated tone and had a wide goofy smile. As if I needed to give him another excuse to be insanely cute. (sigh)
