Friday came slowly but I was ecstatic by the time Spencer picked me up. In the car he said, “I hope you like to eat.â€? What the hell?! What kind of line is that?! I hope you like to eat?! He drove me to a buffet place. Oh.

We got a booth and then stepped into line. I reached the chicken fingers when he reached the ketchup across me. Spencer smiled and started to write out a message HI!

I giggled and waved at him before moving on in the line but he passed me again and wrote the message with ranch. We reached the deserts together. Spencer wrote Why won’t you talk to me?

I sighed, knowing this was coming. I can’t. I wrote with chocolate icing.

Spencer left his plate and wrapped his arms around me. It felt so good to be close to him. I wished I belonged there but we both knew that if this was a relationship it would never work. “Why can’t you talk to me?”

I can’t talk because if I open my mouth to speak, too many bottled up secrets will pour out like the salty sea’s rough waves and drown me. Okay?