Finding Mr. Better-Than-You by Shani Petroff

Author:Shani Petroff
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Feiwel & Friends

Chapter 20

As I got into the car to go meet Spence, I got a text from him: a GIF of a dancing milkshake. We’d been texting and sending ridiculous pics all last night. Most of them involving people bumping into things, dropping stuff, or falling over, but I also managed to learn more about him. For starters, his last name was Oswalt, he went to my school but we just hadn’t crossed paths, he was a junior, and he had a giant sweet tooth just like me (as long as it didn’t involve Orange Julius or Dairy Queen. He needed a break from them).

If the cute texts were any indication, our date was going to be amazing. I did a quick search and sent him back a GIF of the cutest-puppy-ever licking ice cream out of a glass.

Spence was already at the ice cream shop when I arrived, and his punctuality made me smile. Another thing he had over Marc.

I gave a little wave when I walked in. “Hi!”

Spence stepped forward, and I thought he was going in for a hug, so I moved in for one, too. Except that he wasn’t. He was just standing there. Unfortunately, by the time I figured that out, I was three inches from him. I quickly backed up, but by this point he realized I had been trying to hug him, so he moved in for one.

It ended up being the most awkward half embrace, half pat on the back I’d ever encountered.

“Should we order?” I asked, hoping to quell some of the weirdness.

“Yeah,” he said.

Neither of us spoke as we stood in line. I wanted to say something, but my mind was blank, so instead I pretended to study the list of flavors.

“What are you getting?” I asked, breaking the silence. Why wasn’t this coming easily?

“I think I’m going to stick with a classic and go with chocolate. You?”

“I’m a mint chocolate chip girl.”

Then it went back to silence until we ordered.

Once we got our shakes, we sat at a little table in the corner.

I took a huge sip out of mine. “This is sooo good. You have to try it.”

His face momentarily contorted.

“What?” I asked. “Not a mint guy?”

“No, it’s not that.” Spence swirled his straw in his shake. “I have a thing about sharing drinks. I just really don’t like it,” he said in a rattling pace. “Back slurp kind of grosses me out. Which I know is weird because it’s like, what if we kiss? I’m not weird about that.” His eyes bugged out. “Not that I’m saying we’re going to kiss. I’m just saying…” His whole faced turned as pink as the shop’s strawberry ice cream. “I don’t know what I’m saying.” He slapped his forehead with his hand.

I laughed. “It’s okay.” In fact, it was kind of cute. “You know what this place needs?” I asked, hoping a change of subject would help relax him.

“What?”

“A mascot. A giant dancing milkshake.” I opened my phone to the GIF he’d sent.

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