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a marshmallow crème.”
    The girl popped her gum. “’Kay.”
    The cupcake store was small and didn’t leave a lot of room for personal space, something I was painfully aware of. I could hear Keller breathing in and out. I wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear my heart pounding.
    “So, how long have you been in LA?” he asked.
    “Oh, about a week. I moved here from Iowa.”
    He raised a brow. “Oh really?”
    “What about you? Are you from here?”
    “Oh yeah, born and raised. I’m hoping to head off to Stanford next year. Hopefully this internship will help.”
    “What do you want to study?”
    “Music Tech. I want to work in a studio and produce albums.”
    “Wow, seems like you’re definitely on the right path.”
    Keller snorted. “Let’s hope so. All I’m doing right now is fetching coffee and making copies of inter-office memos.”
    “Nine dollars and sixty-four cents,” cupcake girl said, popping her gum.
    Keller pulled out his wallet from his back pocket, allowing me a moment to take a peek at his amazingly cute rear end. “I’m pretty sure that’s a health code violation,” he said dryly, gesturing to the large bubble she was blowing.
    Cupcake Girl dropped the change onto the counter nonchalantly. “Thanks, come again,” she said with an astonishing amount of false joy.
    Keller turned around and proudly held out the cupcake box to me. “For you, milady.”
    “My hero,” I said, surprising myself. Did I actually manage to say something flirty to Keller? I’ve never flirted in my life, not even a little bit. I must be chemically imbalanced.
    We headed to the seating on the pavement. Luckily, Serena had gone to the Gucci store across the street, although I saw her steal a few obvious glances at us. My cupcake was seriously too big for my mouth. They pile three inches of frosting on an oversized cupcake; how is that supposed to fit?
    “Good?” Keller asked around a mouthful of frosting.
    “Mhmm,” I said, or sort of said, considering my mouth was cemented shut with peanut butter.
    “Here.” He held out his cupcake. “Try mine.” He shook the baked good at me. “Go on, try it,” he urged again.
    I took a dainty bite, or as dainty as I could manage. It was delicious, but all I could think about was the fact that I probably had bits of his saliva rolling around in my mouth.
    “It’s good, thanks,” I mumbled. I could feel my face burning red.
    “Holly, come on. We need to go!” Serena shouted behind me, nearly surprising me into cardiac arrest.
    “What?” I swallowed the cake. “Why?”
    Serena’s cheeks were almost as red as her lipstick. “I made mani-pedi appointments that we can’t miss.”
    “Oh.” I looked over at Keller. “Sorry to cut this short.”
    He waved his hand. “No, it’s fine; mani-pedis always take priority.”
    “Thanks for the cupcake,” I said as I gathered up my things.
    “My pleasure,” he said with yet another smoldering wink. Serena grabbed my arm and pulled me away before I could respond.
    “He’s super cute and totally into you,” Serena gushed.
    “You think so?” I asked breathlessly. She was walking so fast.
    “Oh yeah, guys like him don’t feed girls cake if they don’t like them,” Serena said, her voice squeaky with excitement.
    “Really?” I gasped. “I’ve never had a boy like me before.”
    She chuckled. “Prepare yourself for confusion. One moment he’s hot, the next he’s cold. Hormones suck, girl.”
    “Well, I’m not going to get my hopes up,” I said as I sidestepped a gaggle of Real Housewives rejects. “Where’s the salon?”
    Serena looked up from her iPhone. “The what?”
    “The salon? For the mani-pedis,” I said slowly.
    “Oh, we don’t have an appointment, but we can get them if you want. My heels are so dry,” Serena said, slowing down to examine an Yves Saint-Laurent dress in a window. “Would I look fat in that?”
    “You’re nuts,” I said, giving her curvy frame a hard stare.