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tomorrow,” he said, never raising his head from his phone.
     
    “ What’s tomorrow?” Maven tried looking at the text, but was quickly shoved away.
     
    “ Are you sexting, Nicholas Wilder?” Her face lit up with amusement.
     
    “ Tomorrow I’m taking her to see a movie,” Nick said as a matter of fact. Like it wasn’t a big deal he had more girlfriends then any normal guy his age. None of them ever lasted.
     
    “ That sounds nice.”
     
    Nick dropped the phone on his thigh and leaned to the side, he slipped a hand into the pocket of his blue jeans retrieving a slip of paper. He tossed it to Maven. “April told me to give this to you.”
     
    Maven stared at the seven digits scrawled across the paper. She looked at Nick bewildered.
     
    Nick sighed. “It’s that kid’s number. She wanted you to have it.”
     
    She shook her head feeling ridiculous. If Henri wanted her to have his number he would have given it to her himself. She tried passing it back. Nick waved his hands denying her the chance. He grabbed hold of his phone and went right back to texting.
     
    “ I don’t want the number if his cousin had to give it to me.”
     
    “ She wouldn’t have given it to you if she didn’t think he didn’t want her to.” Nick argued. “You two hung out all day, all signs point to yes.”
     
    “ Yes what?” She made a face. “What does yes mean?”
     
    “ I don’t think he would mind if you had his number is all that I am saying.” Nick watched her slip it into her pocket.
     
    “ So what do you think about Henri?” She looked over at him, his brown hair shielding his eyes from view. “Do you think he’s better then Jake?”
     
    Nick started laughing. “Are you already sizing this guy up?” He tousled her hair teasingly. “ Anything is better than Jake.”
     
    Maven rolled her eyes. “That’s what I hear from everyone.”
     
    “ He’s a little skinny, but he seems alright. April says he is a really nice guy.” Nick’s expression grew serious. “And you need nice people in your life, Maves.”
     
     
     
    She pulled the number out of her pocket studying it.
     

 
     
    Art
     
     
     
    He was sitting at the yogurt hut. Not working, just eating. Replaying the words of Dr. Wilder in his head—that things hadn’t changed. Nothing ever changed for him. But today he was saddened by this, more than usual. Today it didn’t matter how blue the sky above him was. He was miserable.
     
    Maven watched him from afar. Standing with her father as he shipped some packages at the post office, she held one hand against the counter, the other twirling a strand of blonde hair. She only wanted him to notice her. But he was concentrating on his yogurt and nothing else.
     
    Dad thanked the post office attendant, tucking his receipt in the front pocket of his shirt.
     
    “ Did you want to head home for lunch or do you have other plans?”
     
    She broke her stare long enough to give her dad an answer. “I think I’m going to talk to Henri.” Her dad turned quickly, he was eager to lay eyes on Henri. He looked harmless enough.
     
    “ Alright, I will see you later. Call if you’re going to be late.” She kissed his cheek, watching him head back the opposite direction. Maven gave herself a quick glance in the window. She ran her fingers through her long hair. Securing the small flower that was holding the side of her hair in place. She smoothed her light pink camisole and even straightened her jean shorts before taking a step in Henri’s direction.
     
     
     
    “ Hey,” she said quickly, her shadow looming over the table where he sat. Henri lifted his head. He gave her a smile and offered her a seat.
     
    “ What’s up, Maven?”
     
    Maven leaned forward, eager to be a part of conversation with him again. She had looked forward to it. “Nothing much. I’m glad I ran into you again.”
     
    Henri raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
     
    Maven looked around, hoping Jake and Tatiana