The Girl in Seat 23 {l.r.h.}

eleven.

My father swung my bedroom door open with the phone in his hand the next day. "Rosalie." I lifted my head from the book I was reading. "Phone for you."

I held it up to my ear. "Hello?"

"Boy, it must be cold outside. My cheeks are..." A low giggle. "Rosi red."

Luke.

"You're such a-"

"Good looking, quick-witted guy I'd love to go on a second date with?"

I fought the smile slowly spreading across my face. "I was going to choose other words, but ok." He chuckled. "How'd you get my number anyway?"

"Operator. Turns out Rosalie Francino is not the most popular name in the book."

"Huh, weird." I grinned.

"But we are going on that second date, right?"

I bit my lip. "You know, it's not classy to ask a chick out on the phone."

"Good thing you're not classy."

I smiled. "Black."

"What?"

"It's my favorite color. You wanted to know."

He scoffed. "Black is not a color."

"Black is the color of poetry and summer skies. If you ask me, it's much better than your bright colors."

"You're weird."

"Bye dork."

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Hopefully I'll have more time to update once school ends. We're on the homestretch ~Laura :)