your own little adventure.”
“Also, if you do meet a guy,” Laura said, “You already know that he lives here and there’s a
possibility of a real relationship.”
I shrugged. “Yeah. To be honest, I’m still sort of torn on whether I would prefer a little
summer tryst or the real thing.”
Kate shot me a glance, then tucked the wisps of her hair that had escaped her braid behind
her ears and looked at me quite seriously. “You’re not always in control of these things,” she
said. “You can steer the ship, but there’s no telling which way the wind blows.”
“You’ve been reading that hippie stuff again, haven’t you,” I laughed.
She pouted at m
e dramatically. “Don’t you dare make fun of me for reading a couple of
books about love. I’m trying to learn more about the construct of love so that I can welcome
it into my life.”
“Like writing down the things you want so that they manifest?” Becca asked.
“I guess?” Kate shrugged. “Not specifically, but I figure if you know more about something,
there’s a chance you might feel more confident about it.”
“That makes a lot of sense, actually,” Laura said. “And at the very least, it certainly can’t
hurt.”
We all nodded, looking around the table at each other. Our circle of quirky, creative women
was probably going to change and shift this summer. I just hoped that we would still stay
together.
“I can’t wait until September,” I said. “When life gets back to some sort of normal, and we
gather around this table to see how far we’ve come this summer.”
“It’s going to be amazing,” Laura said brightly, her eyes shining with hope.
“Even if nothing happens, we’re all taking steps forward, so that’s something,” Becca said.
Kate laughed. “Out of the five of us, there had better be at least a couple of naughty stories
of stolen kisses or I’m going to be terribly ashamed of all of us.”
I nodded, glancing at my phone. I had to get through two more weeks of work before my
glorious urban staycation. Although I didn’t have a lot of money to go anywhere expensive, I
was looking forward to being a tourist in my own hometown. Trying to remember to look