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"What do you say we be the first to order a drink?" He smiled sheepishly. "Before we open the doors to the public?"
I eyed him measuredly before nodding. I wished the heavy sensation in my heart would go away. "I think I could definitely use a coffee."
"Great." I watched as Trey made his way to the waiting barista I'd hired. She beamed at him, obviously interested in more then serving him coffee. I wished her well. As far as I knew, Trey and Trisha had spent one mind-blowing night together before calling it for what it was. Great sex with no ties. I'd asked and she'd told. Trey wasn't interested in anything more with Trisha and she was still searching for the man who made her melt on more than one occasion.
Trey paid for two coffees even though I was more than okay with him putting them on the house and waltzed back over to me with a grin on his face. His green eyes were looking right into mine and I wished I could feel something more than ill. Why couldn't I feel for Trey what I felt for Jace?
At the thought of Jace, a blush crept into my cheeks, warming my pale skin. Trey's eyes flickered with appreciation for the color and I looked to the toe of my pumps in shame. He thought I was blushing for him. Oh dear…
"I would've gotten you a white hot chocolate, but you don't really drink them anymore so I decided we would try something new - a cinnamon honey latte. I hope you like it."
"Thanks." I brought the cup to my mouth and inhaled. It smelled decadent. Like holiday in a cup. The thought made my throat feel tight. Who would I share this holiday with? I had been hoping to be with Jace. "We should open the doors."
As I said the words, Trisha barged through the smoked glass with a takeout bag clutched in her fist. I groaned and she squealed. "This place looks amazing!" At my disgruntled expression she huffed. "We'll open the doors as soon as we eat."
"Fine," I knew there was no way I was getting out of eating lunch. I had promised Trisha I would eat and I knew there was no way I could get out of it. "I'm getting a soup from the café."
"Oh no you don't." Trisha set her takeout on a table and scowled daringly at me. "You're eating with us, like it or not."
"Trisha," I sighed pointing to the bag. "Whatever you have in there is going to make me sick."
"I don't care." She shrugged. "It'll be worth it."
"No it won't." I argued tiredly.
She set steady eyes on me and Trey bowed his head to take a seat at the table. Oh, I was in for it. "I'm sick of staring at your bones. Sit your skinny ass down and eat, Olivia."
I rolled my eyes and plopped down on a chair. "You're being dramatic."
"I don't care." Trisha sang as she opened the bag of takeout. At the scent that wafted from the bag, my stomach rolled. I didn't know how I was going to survive this. It wouldn't be lack of food that killed me. I was certain it would be Trisha and her unrelenting demands.
"Smells delicious." Trey moaned and I fought the urge to bolt to the back office.
Trisha pulled a container from the bag and set it in front of me. "Singapore noodles, your favorite."
I glowered as I pulled off the lid, stabbing the noodles with my fork. "Thanks."
"You're welcome, sweets." She smiled, shoved a deep-fried chicken ball into her mouth and continued. "What do you have planned tonight?"
I quirked a brow. Was she asking me? I hadn't gone out in seven weeks. I spent every night holed up in my room or on the couch with a bottle of wine. Surely she wasn't serious? "Are you talking to me?" I asked when Trey didn't answer her.
"Uh, yeah." She chuckled.
"I'm going home." I answered quietly.
"It's opening day and you're telling me you don't have anything planned?"
"Nope. Nothing planned." I muttered tensely. Please don't harass me. Please don't harass me. I repeated the mantra in my head as though it held the divine power to save me.
It didn't work. "Well, it's a good thing I planned the night for you then."
My eyes shot up from the food to meet hers. She was staring at me as though daring me to challenge her. "I'm not going out, Trisha."
"You're not sitting at home." She stated.
To my left, Trey shifted uncomfortably. "I told you this wasn't a good idea." He said quietly to Trisha. "She needs more time."
"Shut up, Trey." She snapped without taking her eyes from my face. "You've had enough time to mourn your relationship with Jace. Either you get over it and move on or you take him back. It's your choice."
I couldn't believe this conversation. "Whatever, Trisha." I waved my hand. "We'll go out."
