““I watched him as he served us both something to drink. He had a bunch of freckles that covered his face and his eyelashes seemed to fade toward the tips. He wasn’t movie-star handsome, but there was definitely something attractive about him. “What? Do I have something on my face?” he asked, handing me a cup. “Oh no. I was just thinking about something.” I’d been caught staring and I could feel my cheeks turning red. “Are you having a good time?” he asked. “Mmm-hmm.” I looked over at Susan, who’d sat down on a nearby bleacher to catch her breath. She was fanning herself with a napkin. “Seems like even Miss Dancing Queen had to take a break,” Eddie said, pointing at Susan, who was now in the process of pulling her curly brown hair into a ponytail. I looked up at Eddie. “Can I ask you a question?” “Sure.” “You give everyone nicknames, why not me?” Eddie shrugged. “Don’t know. With you it’s different.” He looked down at his feet and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “It’s hard to come up with just one word that really describes you.””
