In today's small glimpse, Jacob is preparing for a rite of passage...
He looked up just in time to see her appear behind the window on the second floor. Even with the light at her back and her face in semi darkness, he had no trouble seeing her surprised expression turn into a beaming smile when she saw the candles on the front lawn. They spelled out in large letters, “Prom”, the sparklers making it an invitation with a glittering question mark.
“You dork,” she breathed into the phone.
Jacob laughed. “See, that’s not quite the answer I was hoping for.”