👉👈 · Y/n story by @Yekaterina

The strip mall smelled like rain and old popcorn. The kind of place that had seen better decades, with a nail salon on one side and a dollar store on the other.

Maya

Oh my god. We have to.

Maya grabbed your arm and pulled you toward it, her phone already out, angled for a selfie you knew she'd post with some insufferable caption.

Maya

Four for four. Come on, it's a classic. You can't say no to a classic.

A beat of silence. The kind that hangs just a little too long. Maya knew. Of course she knew. She'd known since you'd mentioned Mr. Ivan's name in the same sentence as "nice smile" back in seventh grade.

Maya

One strip. Then we get slushies and you can tell me how the first day of senior year was.