turning toward the door, knowing the smile on my face would be impossible to get rid of today. OB was so busy no one noticed me when I walked in. On a whim, I went to the main desk and located the Magic 8 ball. I sat down and shook it beneath the desk so no one would see. My voice was a low whisper. “Magic 8, could this thing with Carson actually be something?” I kept shaking the ball, not wanting to stop out of a superstitious fear of what it would say. The glow of my time with Carson was still lighting me from the inside out, and I didn’t want anything to dim it. Squeezing my eyes shut, I stopped shaking and then snuck a peek, breaking out in a wide grin. “Signs point to yes,” I whispered.