Riley Matthews was exactly like her father in too many ways to count. It was also only fitting that her best friend Maya was a carbon copy of Shawn Hunter, also Cory’s best friend. And while Stuart Minkus hadn’t remained in Cory and Shawn’s lives for very long, his son Farkle was determined to be much more than a supporting role in the girls’ lives.
“Lucas,” she began slowly, which made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. In the three years he had known her, Maya had only called him by his first name maybe three times. “I don’t think we should tell Riley yet that we got things figured out.”
“What? Maya—“he sputtered, jumping up to face her.
“Hear me out first!” She implored,
Lucas showed up after about fifteen minutes, sandy blonde hair sparkling with raindrops and his eyes wary as entered the cafe. Maya was already there, sipping from her coffee as she chatted with the barista behind the counter. She hadn’t noticed him yet, which gave him a few minutes to observe her.
There was no doubt that she was beautiful – long, wavy golden blonde hair,
Maya stayed at the cafe long after Shawn left, thinking. And no matter how she tried, she always came back to the same conclusion – she still didn’t know how she truly felt about Lucas Friar. “What I need to do,” she muttered. “Is to do something. Stop thinking and talking about it, and just do it.”