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“Amira’s lips twitch and she shakes her head like she doesn’t know what to do with me. 'Apology accepted,' she says. 'Though I maybe also owe you an apology.' This surprises me, and it must show on my face. Amira adds, 'Don’t look so shocked. I just mean it’s possible you’re not the only one to blame for us not getting along all these years. You pushed me away, and I pushed back by trying to beat you in any class we were in together. Which, honestly, has been really exhausting. You’re very smart. Most of the time anyway. Though your emotional intelligence could use some work.' That shocks a laugh out of me, and Amira grins. 'So, does this mean we’re good now?' I ask. This almost feels too easy. Too good to be true. 'That depends, are we actually friends now?' There’s a small voice inside of me that wants me to ask for more than that, but I’m not willing to open that can of worms yet. I hold out my hand. 'Friends,' I say.”

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“That shocks a laugh out of me, and Amira grins. 'So, does this mean we’re good now?' I ask. This almost feels too easy. Too good to be true. 'That depends, are we actually friends now?' There’s a small voice inside of me that wants me to ask for more than that, but I’m not willing to open that can of worms yet. I hold out my hand. 'Friends,' I say. Amira rolls her eyes but takes my hand, giving it a quick up-and-down pump before letting me go. As soon as her hand falls away, I miss the feel of her skin against mine. 'All right, well, now that that’s settled, shall we get to work?' Amira says. 'Oh, right, I kind of forgot about that part for a second.' Amira gasps so dramatically, Kerry would be proud. 'Rochelle Marie Coleman forgot about work? Am I dreaming?' I gently push her as we make for the door. 'Ha ha, whatever. And why do you know my middle name? Let me guess, my mom told you.' 'Nope,' Amira says, turning so she’s walking out the door backward, looking at me with a playful grin. 'You told me once. Your middle name is Marie and mine is María. You see, Rochelle, I haven’t forgotten a single thing about you.' She then has the audacity to wink at me and walk away.”

“Anyway, what were you two talking about?' Brigit asks, focusing her attention back on me and Amira. 'Nothing.' I say, as Amira interrupts me. 'Rochelle hasn’t seen any of the movies playing,' she says. Jennie and Brigit both gasp as if I’ve committed a crime. Seriously, the theatrics of these people. 'Rochelle, you know we can see movies here for free, right?' Jennie asks. Her face is filled with such genuine concern, I have the absurd need to assure her I am well aware of this one perk from our job.”

“This leads to the basement?” I ask. “No, it goes to Narnia, but we like to call it the basement,” Amira says, grinning. I reach out to flick her, but she grabs my hand, pulling me close until we’re practically nose to nose. “Hi,” she says. “Hi,” I say back. I’m smiling now too. She brings her lips down to mine, and everything else around us fades away as she kisses me. I was worried that maybe the other day was a fluke. That we were just so caught up in the moment, and that’s why it felt so amazing. But I’m happy to discover I was totally wrong. This kiss is just as wonderful as the last, and my stomach feels like it’s doing backflips.”

“When we pull apart, we’re both breathing hard. “Going forward let’s not wait so long to do that again,” Amira says. “I can skip a dance class or two.” I shake my head. “Nope, nope. Kisses only come when we do the work we’re supposed to.” Amira pouts. “But that’s no fun.” “Where is the bossy girl from five minutes ago?” I ask, laughing. “She melted away with your kisses,” Amira says, before pressing her lips back against mine again. Despite what I just said, when she pulls away a moment later, it feels much too soon. “Okay, back to work mode,” she says. She steps away from me, as if distance will make this thing between us feel less all-consuming than it is. “I may need your help pulling this open,” Amira adds, moving to the door. “It can be tricky.” “Sure, okay.” I hover behind her as she inserts the key and gives it a turn while pulling on the metal handle.”