“Um, sure. I’d really like that.” Brooklyn managed a small smile.
All of a sudden, Enzo’s face lit up with joy. “Great! I’ll meet you by the railing, then? How’s 8 o’clock?”
“8 o’clock is perfect,” responded Brooklyn. She and Enzo said their goodbyes, and Brooklyn made her way to where Scarlett sat. Once she got there, Scarlett asked where her drink was, and Brooklyn told her everything that went down. Scarlett looked up from her from the paper she was reading and said there was nothing to worry about, but for some reason, Brooklyn had a feeling there was.
Brooklyn