"Are you trying to miss me too?" She asked, not bothering to filter that lovely French accent. He let out a short laugh. "Yes, I guess you could say I'm trying to miss you too." "I think you should probably email me then. Facebook's good too, although I don't check it as often as I do email." "You should probably text me your email address before you leave. He gave her one last squeeze. "You gonna be sending me pictures?" "Julien," she said. Her tone was sultry and heavy on the accent. "You're trying to miss me." He shrugged and smiled. "I'm not trying to deny it." Her wide mouth stretched into the brilliant smile he'd read about in the book so many times. "I like you," she said. She left one last kiss on his cheek, right before opening the car door and sitting inside. The rap music that was audible before filled the air as soon as she opened the door. Nadine turned the volume down before rolling down the window to say goodbye to Julien one last time. She reached her fist out to bump his.
