Lost in Love by Susane Colasanti

scavenger hunts where you take something from a designated place and leave something else behind in exchange? I forget what they’re called, but I’ve always wanted to do one.”
    â€œNo. I’m just doing the leaving-behind part.”
    â€œWhat are you leaving behind?”
    â€œThis.” I hold the rainbow out for him. He takes it, his smile brightening.
    â€œThat is so sweet. Did you make this?”
    I nod.
    â€œAnd you’re just leaving it here for someone to find? How awesome are you?”
    â€œMy Random Acts of Kindness group is papering Manhattan with these warm fuzzies tonight. I’m covering the West Village.”
    â€œNo. Way.” The boy points at me. “How do I know you?” he asks.
    And then it hits me. He’s Danny. We met right before last summer at Strawberry Fields, this place in Central Parkwhere Beatles fans get together. There’s usually at least one guy playing guitar and singing Beatles songs. Danny was playing guitar with some other guys there when we met. I went up to him after. We only talked for a few minutes, but I remember that he was just learning to play the guitar back then.
    â€œI think we met at Strawberry Fields like a year ago,” I say. “You were playing guitar and we talked after.”
    â€œThat’s it.” He cracks a bright smile, his eyes glittering. “I knew I knew you from somewhere. I wanted to come over and ask you, but Where do I know you from? is such a line.”
    â€œYou’re Danny, right?”
    â€œGood memory.” He extends his hand over the table for me to shake. “Danny Trager.”
    â€œSadie Hall.” Normally I wouldn’t give my last name out to random boys for safety reasons. But I can tell Danny is a genuinely nice guy.
    Danny gives the rainbow back to me. “May I join you?” he asks. “I have to hear more about these warm fuzzies.”
    There’s a second of hesitation where I remind myself that I am not interested in boys right now. Especially boys with glittering blue eyes. Those are the most dangerous ones. But then I get over myself. He’s interested in warm fuzzies. Not me.
    â€œOkay,” I tell him.
    He pulls out the chair across from mine and settles in. I can’t help noticing how gracefully he moves for a boy. Most boys slam themselves down into chairs.
    â€œI’ve heard about your group,” he says. “You’re doing magnificent things.”
    â€œUm . . . I’m just, you know. Leaving some warm fuzzies around.”
    â€œBut that’s impressive. What inspired you to join Random Acts?”
    â€œI like trying to help make the world a better place. Even a little note can make a big difference.”
    â€œThat is so true.” Danny glances over his shoulder, then quickly turns back. “Wanted to make sure my laptop was still there.”
    Danny was sitting across from me the whole time and I didn’t even notice him. My lack of cute boy radar shows how tuned out I am right now. I used to come into this place dreaming of my soul mate walking in the door. Or my soul mate sitting at my corner window table and offering to let me sit with him. My cute boy radar was permanently set to red alert. But I didn’t even see Danny when I came in, and he’s a cute boy I sort of already know.
    â€œSo how’s the papering going?” he asks. His blue eyes scorch mine. I actually have to look away to cool my eyes off.
    â€œThis counts as an early break. I couldn’t resist staying when I saw that my table was free.”
    â€œI love this table, too! I always try to get it. Someone was sitting here when I came in. I was getting ready to move over after they left. But you got here first.”
    â€œOh, I’m sorry! I didn’t know.”
    â€œHow dare you not know I was here. And that I wanted this table.” Danny’s eyes glitter some more as he teases me. Where was he all those