“Ben!” I hissed in his direction. He couldn’t hear me, so I gave him my I’m-giving-you-one-warning glare and he scrambled in, leaving a very obvious smudge mark on the window.

“Meggie!” He shrieked as he burst into the door, giving us a demonstration of his infamous entrances complete with hand swishing and an imprompteau dance routine.

“Guess what?” he squealed with delight.

“You decided to show up?” I said sarcastically.

“Even better! Okay, so I was totally on my way here. And I would have been on time…but then I saw this guy jogging down the street,” he said, between fits of giggles.

“What?”I asked.

“Well,” he said ignoring me, “He was…okay, get this…He was…he was wearing a pink spandex running suit…and okay, are you ready for this? A neon green fanny pack! Of all things!”

“Ben, what the hell?” I said.

“So, I followed him for a couple blocks. You know, to see if I wasn’t hallucinating. Well, turns out I wasn’t,” he explained.

Andrew laughed, “That guy’s on your team.”