Chapter 19

Gabe: Happy 19th Birthday!

Ameline: You remembered.

Gabe: Of course I remember. Even when you don't have any more time for me.

Ameline: Me? You're the one who's always busy texting me at night saying, ‘sorry, just saw this but glad you're okay.'

Gabe: Again, sorry. Med school is kicking my ass, and I don't know if I'm built for this.

Ameline: It's all good. Maybe one day our schedules will synchronize and we'll be able to have a long chat—or maybe go and eat a burger. We should definitely go for ice cream.

Gabe: I have time today.

Ameline: Sorry, I can't. Izzy is in town, and we're going to celebrate my birthday.

Gabe: What happened to dinner with Helen at her favorite restaurant?

Ameline: Oh, she's in California with Dad. Somehow, she won a spa day at some celebrity place. The catch was that she had to do it this weekend, or she would lose it. So they're gone. Hurray for small miracles.

Gabe: Glad you don't have to deal with her on your birthday.

Ameline: Hey, we're heading out to brunch, but I'll talk to you later.

Gabe: Enjoy your day, Ame.

Ameline: It's been a long time since you called me that.

Gabe: :wink: emoji