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“So, you’re going.”
“Luna,he looks like Captain America,” I repeated.
“Gotcha,” she replied. “Late lunch, we’ll hit up Tuesday Morning.”
“I’m not sorting through the wares of Tuesday Morning for this date. It has to be The Rack.”
“Okay then, late lunch, we’ll hit up Nordstrom Rack.”
“What if they don’t have anything?”
“Then wear that off-the-shoulder black thing.”
“That’s too dressy.”
“Then wear that satin skirt with an oversize tee knotted at the waist.”
“Too casual.”
“Then wear your billowy white poplin skirt and a white racerback tank with some sexy sandals. The nude ones with the thick straps and that big buckle at the side of the ankle.”
I grabbed hold of her and shook her, crying, “Oh my God, that’s it!”
“Are we still going to The Rack?”
“Totally.”
She grinned.
I smiled.
“Is someone gonna serve me, or what?”
We both turned to see Byron standing on the other side of the bar.
Byron was a regular. He came in every day. He was a computer programmer. Or an app designer. Or an internationally hunted hacker who didn’t actually look like the man in front of us, because he was wearing an expertly crafted plastic face in order to evade Interpol. I didn’t know what he did. I just knew he did it on a laptop and had a mess of floppy sandy-brown hair that fell over bright eyes due to the fact that he was always ludicrously caffeinated. He also had a crush on Lucia, even though she had three kids and a husband who would cave in his face if he knew that fact.
“The usual?” I asked.
He nodded. “With a cinnamon apple muffin.”
I nodded in return, then he loped off to his usual table, that being the one at the back in the opposite corner to Tito.
The morning crowd started gathering, which rolled into the lunch crowd.
Jessie came in for her shift, so did Harlow, and Hunter joined Otis.
The crowd had thinned, denoting it was time for me and Luna to take off to go shopping, and that was when he came in.
That “he” being Cap.
I knew he showed when Harlow, behind the bar with me, whispered reverently, “Holy…Mary…Mother of God.”
I looked where she was looking.
And…yeah.
Cap was enough, but with him this time was a tall Black dude with a sinfully handsome face and soulful brown eyes who looked to be around Cap’s age.
