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“I’m sure he has a couple, and if he doesn’t, he’ll make them up, so only believe them if they present me in a good light. Are you ready to go back out there?”
He shook his head. “Not yet. I’m good, I promise, but I want to stop in the bathroom and make sure I’m not too much of a mess.”
“You’re perfect, but you go ahead and check for yourself. Are you off tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“Great. Here”—I handed him my phone—“put your number in, and I’ll call you in the morning.”
Spencer
It took me a minute on Sunday morning to figure out just exactly how I felt about everything. The rest of the evening had been so different from the first part. I knew it was dangerous to get my hopes up, but every time Nash looked at me, I got a little rush, like maybe, just maybe, this time, it would all be different.
Once I knew that Steven was just an old friend of Nash’s from high school and not a date, it was obvious. They taunted and teased each other the same way Julius and I did, and there was zero chemistry between them. Seeing that allowed me to just hang out and enjoy the rest of the night. I even got myself another plate of food and was able to taste it this time, and it was just as good as everyone had said.
On the one hand, I was worried I was setting myself up to be disappointed again, but Nash had been so sweet last night. I’d never had a guy pull me into their lap that way and just hold me while I shared that part of myself. And the way he’d paused when I finished instead of just rushing to tell me he was fine with it gave me hope that maybe he meant it. But today was a different day, so the real test would be if he called today like he said he would. It was possible that after having a whole night to think about what I’d said, he’d realize it wasn’t something he wanted.
I had stuff to do today anyway, so I didn’t have time to sit around waiting on a call that might or might not come. I needed to do my laundry, clean my house, and practice the stitches I’d learned at my knitting class this week. And, in order to jumpstart my day, what I needed was coffee. And a muffin. For sure a muffin.
I threw on a pair of sweats and walked down to Cap’s, keeping my fingers crossed they would still have cinnamon streusel muffins. Most days, it wasn’t a problem, but sometimes on Sundays, the local churches would come in and clean out the bakery case. I walked in and greeted the teenage girl at the counter.
“Hey, Maddy, how are you?” She was a sweet girl and had been working here on weekends for as long as I’d been coming, but Cap hired a bunch of the local teens.
“I’m good, Spencer. Wait,” she said with a smile. “Don’t tell me. Let me guess. You want an Americano and a cinnamon streusel muffin.”
“You got it.”
“Fantastic, give me just a minute, and I’ll get that for you.”
I was standing there waiting when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I wanted to grab it and pull it out and see if it was Nash, but what if it wasn’t? Crap. It was probably one of my dads, and that would be disappointing. I waited long enough to make a decision that the phone stopped vibrating.
“How am I supposed to call you to arrange a date if you don’t answer your phone?” a familiar voice said from behind me. I buried my face in my hands and shook my head. Then I turned around.
“Oh, did you call?” I made my eyes wide and tried to look as innocent as possible.
He chuckled. “Yep, as you would have known if you’d checked the phone that was buzzing in your pocket.”
“You heard that?”
“Yeah, I heard that.”
“I thought it was probably one of my dads or work wanting me to come in or something. I would’ve called you back when I got home.”
“Well, now you don’t have to. Join me for a cup of coffee?”
“Umm, okay. I already ordered to go, but I can let Maddy know I’m staying.”
A few minutes later, I was sitting across from Nash, both of us with our coffee and muffins. I wasn’t sure what to say, so instead, I shoved a big bite of muffin in my mouth. He did the same and let out a moan. “The muffins here are so good.”
“They are, aren’t they? What kind did you get?”
“I got chocolate chip. I don’t know what they use, but it doesn’t taste like any other chocolate chip muffins I’ve ever had.”
“Yeah, Frankie’s a magician in the kitchen, that’s for sure.”
“Do you eat here a lot? This is the second time I’ve found you here.”
“Well, I just live around the corner, so it’s hard to resist.”
