Sofie
I made it to writing class first today and took my seat. Delaney comes in and sits in front of me so Clint can sit with her. Webb sits down next to me. Halfway though class he steals my notebook and writes something on it. He gives it back and I read “Sunday, 12pm date with me?”
He’s looking straight ahead as I glance his way but I see his mouth twitching.
“Survived the first one so why not?!” I scribble down.
His eyes narrow but then he smiles slowly. “Are you saying I’m hard to date?” He writes.
“I said nothing, I wrote it instead.” I grin as he reads it.
“You are in trouble sweetheart.” He jots down and I glance at him. His eyes look over my face and I see the mischief there. Where has this Webb been for the last three years? So much for reserved stoic Webb Jameson. I think
