KATY'S POV
I push open Allie’s door, leaning lazily against the frame. “Hey there.”
She spins around on her bed and her face brightens like she’s been waiting all night.
“You’re back!” she gasps, tossing her phone aside and patting the bed. “Come. Sit. Spill everything.”
I roll my eyes. “Do I have to?”
“Yes,” she says immediately.
I groan dramatically but still drag myself over, collapsing onto her bed like a defeated soldier. My hair falls into my face, and I blow it out with an exaggerated sigh. Allie’s already sitting cross-legged, her eyes wide, and she’s practically vibrating with curiosity.
Before the so called date with Braydon, she had made a whole PowerPoint-level list of predictions: fancy dinner, rooftop view, secret confession, maybe even fireworks. “He’s totally the r
