Amanda shrugged. “Probably soon.”
Bette pulled her coat tighter. “He did say it was tonight, right?”
“Right.” Amanda edged closer on the frigid stone bench. “Your secret admirer said they would meet you right here, at sunset.”
Bette sighed at the fading light. “Well, thanks for waiting with me. And playing messenger. But why can’t he just tell me directly?”
Amanda shivered. “It can be scary to like someone. Haven’t you ever been afraid?”
“I wish you’d just tell me who he is.”
Amanda moved an inch closer. She muttered, “I never said ‘he.’”