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I’d been a fighter my whole fucking life and this was what I’d been reduced to.
“You’re going to love it,” Angel said to me, nudging my shoulder. “It’s the authentic shit you don’t get out East.”
I just gave a grunt in response to her words. Angel didn’t seem to need more than that, and I appreciated it.
“Hey Ashton,” came a voice from behind us. “Hey Angel!”
I looked over my shoulder and peered at Freya who looked a little too cute in her pencil skirt, tank top and ponytail.
“Hey Frey.” My voice felt gravely from disuse.
“Oh, sure, you talk to her,” Angel jeered, nudging me again which was getting kind of annoying. “He’s been a caveman all day, nothing but grunts and huffs unless he wants something for the car he’s working on.”
“Angel!” Kevin called from the front doors, looking frantic.
“Fuck my life,” she murmured, “save my spot!”
Nobody agreed to do any such thing, but Freya moved up to stand next to me as the line to the Mexican taco truck moved.
“Seems like you’re getting along well,” she observed. “Angelina seems to like you.”
“Who doesn’t?” I countered.
She huffed out a laugh.
“That’s bullshit and you know it. You’re like sand on an open wound.”
I laughed, the sound coming out of nowhere and sounding raw as hell.
“You know just how to make a man feel good about himself,” I managed through my chuckles.
“Oh, I do. But I’m not worried about you. You can handle yourself just fine.”
Well if that wasn’t a backhanded compliment, I didn’t know what was.
“Ever had Ernesto’s?” she asked, changing the subject.
“Nope. Kev and Angel swear by it, though. Even your dad mentioned that they’d be around today and that I should check it out.”
“They’re pretty good,” she confirmed. “Get the el pastor. It’s to die for.”
“To die for?”
“Well, maybe to kill for?”
That rusty as shit laugh escaped me again.
“Stop it, you keep making me make that weird noise.”
“You mean your awful laugh? I know! Believe me, I’m not doing it on purpose. Nobody wants to hear that grating thing.”
She was fucking sassy today.
“It must feel weird. Not like people normally laugh at your jokes.”
“That’s the problem. You’re laughing and I’m not joking.”
At that, we both cracked up as we stepped forward in line.
