shake with strawberries and bananas?â Callie said. âHeâs pretty predictable.â
âHe is, but heâs not coming,â I said. âIâm meeting someone else.â
Callie opened her mouth, so I put my earbuds in and let The Smiths serenade me with âAskâ before she could ask questions. It was part of Dadâs
Questions and Quantum
mixtape, which also included âDestination Unknownâ by Missing Persons and âJust Like Honeyâ by The Jesus and Mary Chain.
âI like your skirt,â Callie said, pointing to my owl pocket.
âThanks,â I said, yelling through my headphones. Iâd picked it out that morning because it made me feel smarter. I turned my music down.
âYou know Finny and I are just friends, right?â I said. âWeâre not dating.â
âOf course,â Callie said. âI know how much he likes you, but itâs good to have more than one friend.â
âEspecially since Finnyâs so busy with science.â
âHavencrestâs little Einstein,â she said, grinning. âHeâs going to surprise all of us one day.â
Truth was, Finny was already pretty amazing. He was president of the Young Einsteins Club, had a head start on his science fair project and was constantly scribbling some new theory down in his notebook. While I was busy being in survival mode, he was busy changing things, setting the stage for the next big discovery. I couldnât wait to have the brain space to think about something other than how to get through the day.
I had just turned my music back up when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
âHi,â Drew said.
âHi!â I shouted. He held his ears and sat down across from me.
âOh!â I said, taking my earbuds out. âSorry.â
âMy fault. I think someone once said never interrupt a girl and her music. Is that a Walkman?â
âYeah,â I said. âIâm a fan of the mixtape generation.â
âThatâs cool,â he said. âI like analog.â
âMe too!â My insides melted. I wanted to immediately ask him what else he loved besides Kerouac and vintage clothes, but I controlled myself.
âWhatâs on the tape?â he asked.
âMostly eighties music,â I said. âI was listening to The Smiths.â
âThe Smiths are epic,â he said.
âI know, right?â I sat up taller in my seat. âThere are all of these bands who canât write their own music, so they just steal riffs from Johnny Marr. Itâs embarrassing.â
For the next half hour, we bonded over Bauhaus and Beat Happening, The Psychedelic Furs and The Pixies. Drew and I clearly loved the same music. As it turned out, we liked a lot of the same books, too, like Salinger and Beat literature and the one he was named after: Nancy Drew. His mom was a librarian, which meant he was living with books while I was living with crazy. There was finally a pause in the conversation, and he asked the question Iâd been dying to ask.
âAre you hungry?â
âFiercely,â I said, leaning back and putting my arms up on the booth. âIâm a grilled-cheese-with-tomato kind of girl. You?â
âGrilled-cheese-without-the-tomato guy,â he said, flipping his hair out of the way. He had dark wavy bangs that hung down over one eye. âWant more coffee?â
âYeah, but I better switch to decaf.â
I handed him my mug and he sauntered to the counter. It wasnât like he was arrogant or anything. I think he was just so relaxed he had no choice but to move that way. I couldnât imagine ever feeling that calmânot with shaman pandas lurking around every corner. He practically floated back to our table like a god, coffee in hand.
âYou like Sonic Youth, too?â he said, setting down my mug and pointing to the speaker above us.
âShow me a girl who doesnât like Kim