Colour. Part 3

“‘Sure’ isn’t an answer, Johanna. Not a real one.”

“I like Japanese food,” I breathed.

His smile was audible when he said, “Good. See you at eight. I’ll pick you up.”

Then he hung up.

I must have tried on ten dresses before Morgan threw a heavy text book at me.

“Ow!”

I rubbed my arm and glared at her.

“Wear the red one and chill the fuck out. Tate is a pussy cat.”

My head shook back and forth. “No. You will not minimize him to me. I’ve already met him, remember? You can’t lie. He’s fucking terrifying.”

Morgan rolled her eyes. “Everything and everyone terrifies you.”

“Not true. You know he’s scary, that’s why you’re trying to be a bitch!”

She stood and stretched, casually picking up her book from the floor. “Johanna, deep breaths. Remember, he’s just a guy.”

“Just a guy,” I snorted.

There was a knock at the door and Morgan gave me a meaningful look. I stared back until I gathered she meant for me to answer.