On a Wednesday by Whitney G.

Courtney: Now

Friday

Super Bowl Weekend

Itucked Kyle’s final letters into my bag, as the small jet landed on the tarmac.

As if the universe let him know that I’d landed, my phone buzzed with a text.

Kyle:Good luck on your first presser with your own company today.

Me:Thank you. Will you be granting me an interview?

Kyle:Depends on if I have an answer about us before the end of the game.

Laughing, I stepped off the jet-bridge and followed the guide toward a town car.

“What the hell?” He stopped and looked up, and I did, too.

The hotel billboard ahead of us lit up in bright blue and yellow lights, asking, “Will Courtney be mine (finally) again? Say yes. Love, Kyle.”

“Wow,” the guide said. “This Kyle dude seems desperate as fuck. What do you think?”

“I think he’s very persistent.” I smiled and snapped pictures, playing dumb as the guide harped on how much of a “beta-male” Kyle had to be.

Slipping into the backseat of the car, I sent Kyle a text.

Me:Just saw your note on the billboard. Nice steal from the movie ‘Take Me Back.’ I could’ve sworn you fell asleep on that one senior year.

Kyle:I woke up and saw the only part I liked. It’s a serious question, Court…Will you be mine finally?

My heart swelled, but I couldn’t bring myself to say yes. Not yet anyway.

Me: I’m still thinking about it. What happened to waiting until after you play in the Super Bowl?

Kyle:I don’t plan on letting the game go into overtime.