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school year; the only people coming in to ride are older guys who gave up on school years ago. No one really shows up in the morning at all, because those kinds of guys definitely don’t wake up at in the morning, so I know I’ll be good to study.
    My phone beeps and I check it to find a pleasant surprise. My Etsy store has sold another one of my canvas paintings. Well, they’re not really paintings per say. I use a canvas and I paint a quote on it, usually something inspiring or motivating. Sometimes the quotes are from famous people, other times it’s anonymous. Some of my art work contains just one word—like LOVE or LIVE or SUNSHINE. I paint the canvas and add mixed media pieces to give it dimension and depth.
    It started out as a hobby based on my love of inspirational quotes, but Park encouraged me to sell my artwork on line. So far this week, my online shop has sold six canvases. Now, make that seven. I smile and get back to studying.
    I’m standing behind the counter at work, pouring over my stupid college history textbook when the big glass doors slide open. In comes Bayleigh, lugging what looks like a super heavy baby carrier on one arm, Jett knocking around inside of it with every step she takes. In her other hand, she balances two Taco Bell bags, two drinks in the crook of her elbow, and her cell phone. The lanyard that holds her car keys is fitted between her teeth. She smiles at me in this crazed, over-worked mom kind of way.
    I rush forward and grab the baby carrier, making goo goo faces at the baby as I relieve her of its weight, and I set it on top of the counter, right in the middle so there’s no chance baby Jett will fall off.
    Bayleigh looks amazing. After a few months of depression from being stuck at home all day, she had decided to do something about it. Now she fixes her hair and gets fully dressed each morning, saying it helps her feel like she has purpose. It’s good to see her happy again. I know she stresses about not having an official job, but as her husband and I always tell her, taking care of the baby is a super important job.
    “I know you said you’re too busy to go out for lunch,” she says, hoisting the Taco Bell bags onto the counter and handing me a drink from her elbow. “But you didn’t say anything about staying in for lunch, so I took some liberties and brought it to you.”
    “Thanks,” I say, opening the bags and setting out their contents on the counter. Bayleigh and I eat Taco Bell in what we call Family Style—meaning we order a crap ton of food and randomly eat parts of all of it at once. “I only brought a Pop-tart for lunch so this is kind of awesome.”
    Baby Jett watches us intently as we start in on our food and I feel bad that he can’t have any. Bayleigh gets some melted cheese on her finger and holds it out to Jett, who eagerly licks it, only to make a sour face.
    “So when are you going to spill it?” I ask, eyeing her suspiciously over my crunch taco.
    “Spill what?” She bats her eyelashes at me. “Can’t a girl just come hang out with her best friend without having any other motives of wanting to know all the juicy details about why her best friend’s boyfriend just totally moved down here from California?”
    I laugh and throw a nacho chip at her, which she catches and promptly eats. “I don’t really know what to say about Park. I mean, it’s exciting but it’s scary, you know?”
    She considers this a moment and then shakes her head. “How is it scary? It’s awesome. I was psyched when Jace moved down here.”
    “Yeah but Jace already had ties to this state because he inherited his grandfather’s house down here. Plus, he’s like crazy in love with you.”
    “Park is crazy in love with you,” she retorts. “And he has ties with you and his best friend, who happens to be my husband, who happens to live in Texas.”
    I take a bite of a burrito. “Still scary.”
    “No, what would be scary is if Park had asked you to move to