Pippa and Nora looked down at my phone. They were obviously both surprised that I had asked them for advice like this, and I got the rather predictable impression that neither of them had ever been asked for help with guy trouble before.
Nora blushed a deep crimson as she read through the messages, and she giggled a little. Pippa was a little less awkward, but she wasn’t exactly asking me for all the juicy details.
Her brow furrowed a little as she scrolled back to the top of the messages, and I saw Nora bite her lip as she read them through for the second time.
“So… he’s at our school?”
Pippa sounded like she was approaching the situation as a serious academic matter that needed specific advice to be given.
“Yeah, he’s in our year.”
“I don’t know a Jon,” Nora piped up, “what does h
