Ian and Faye do not give good advice.
Ian's convinced Faye's advice is more valid and so he isn't talking.
Emory laughs. "So, Faye, you're saying that Dee paying for me is a romantic gesture and I should get on my knees and beg to be with him. I'll pass. Ian, got anything?"
"Dee's my best friend. I don't think he's got a girl right now. Maybe he likes you. You never know with Dee, since he could be kidding about everything."
"Perfect," Emory concludes, feeling even more lost than she did before she sat down in the booth she's in. She takes a sip of her milkshake which is overly sweet but she doesn't mind. It distracts her from the last letter she sent which she can't stop thinking about.
I'm sorry that my last letter was so straightforward.
If we're going to be pen pals, we might as well be nice to each other.
I never asked, how's the city? I really hope it is treating you well.
My gap year is coming to an end. I might take another gap year to compensate. At this rate, college will die before it sees me.
Your friend,
Emory
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Letters to Larkin Fletcher | ON HOLD
Short StoryIn which a confused and heartbroken Emory Fuller writes letters to a long gone Larkin Fletcher, hoping for a reply.