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Carly's friends?"
    "Yep, I'm Gigi," she said, shaking his hand. "I was planning on dragging Carly out to see The Miffs tonight, but it was cool that she ran into you today. It worked out that we could come a little early and support Thomas' brother."
    "Good, I'm glad you guys made it out," he said. He glanced at the guys sitting at the table, and Gigi proceeded to introduce all of them as if we were good friends and had been there with them the whole time. I was so thankful for her intervention during the whole exchange that I wanted to just reach right out and hug her. She basically took over and made it seem like Micah was not the main objective of me being there, which was entirely untrue.
    Micah and his girlfriend were only at our table for a few minutes, but it seemed like a lifetime since all I could do was think about how I'd never have him. The Miffs took the stage not long after they left, and I focused my attention on other things.
    Zeke Ramirez happened to be that other thing.
    He was one of the guys sitting at our table. I hadn't even noticed him in that way before Micah and his girlfriend came over, but I was so agitated afterwards that Zeke just kept getting cuter and cuter as the night went on. He had dark hair and eyes and wore dark clothes that fit his whole look. He had that dangerous vibe going on, and with the way I was feeling reckless, he was just what the doctor ordered. We didn't hang with the same crowd in high school, so I'd never really gotten to know him. I figured there was no time like the present to give it a shot, even if it didn't amount to anything in the long run.
    Gigi was busy listening to the band and talking to Chase, one of the other guys at the table, so I stood next to Zeke. We talked about going to school at Warren and some of our favorite and least favorite teachers there. He had a fairly solemn demeanor, but several times during our conversation, he cracked a smile. It made his face handsome, and it made me feel good—like I'd earned it since he didn't offer them freely.
    "What are your plans for the fall?" I asked.
    "I think I'll take a semester or two off, but I want to study theatre. I'll probably go to San Antonio College to start."
    "That's cool," I said.
    He shrugged. "It's not Juilliard."
    "Well, it's a start—like you said."
    He gave me an almost imperceptible smile. "What about you?"
    "I still have another year at Warren," I said.
    "And after that?"
    I smiled shyly. "It's pretty dorky compared to theatre."
    "Accounting?" he asked with another hint of a smile.
    "Close. Just as dorky."
    "Science?"
    A smile spread across my face. "Yeah. I'm not a genius or anything, but it's the only subject I really like."
    "So you're gonna be a scientist?"
    "No. I don't know." I shrugged. "I don't really have a plan yet. All I know is that it's my favorite subject. I might end up being a teacher or something. I'm hoping they'll help me figure that out once I go to college."
    He reached up to the side of my face and tucked a strand of loose hair behind my ear. "None of us have it all figured out," he said.
    It felt good to have him pay attention to me. Maybe the spark wasn't as significant as it had been with Micah, but Zeke was nice, he seemed to like me, and best of all, he didn't come with a blonde.
    "See? I told you we should stay," Gigi said on our way home. "Aren't you glad we didn't leave?"
    "You might have been right," I admitted. I was in the middle of texting my mom to let her know the show was over and we were on our way home.
    "Who are you texting, Zeke?" she asked.
    "No. I'm texting my mom."
    "I saw you two exchange numbers," she said, taking her eyes off the road to glance at me.
    "He's nice. We'll probably try to hang out sometime." I poked her arm. "I saw you talking to Chase."
    She giggled. "He's cute isn't he? It's cool that they're friends. We can all go out together."
    I smiled and agreed with her, but I couldn’t quite get the sting of disappointment to go