Fair point.
Callaghan continues, “There’s an old saying in football, ‘Act like you’ve been there before.’”
I interject. “That’s about scoring. You know, not excessively celebrating. Act like it’s no big deal, and it’s what you expect. Vince Lombardi said it. And that’s how I do act.” I know my football trivia, especially that about the legendary Packers coach. Hell, the Superbowl trophy is named after him.
“Okay, well, act like a professional then. On and off the field.”
Entay’s trying to be helpful; I’m sure he is. Still, it chafes at me, and I don’t know why. It shouldn’t be that hard, right?
Chapter 28: Andi
It wasn’t a quick nap. When I wake up, it’s dark out. I look at my watch—9 p.m.
On the one hand, I feel much better. The headache is down to a dull roar, and some of the fog has lifted. I’m hungry.
I toss the avocado toast that was still on my nightstand. Seriously, how did it get there? Then it dawns on me. Brandon must have made it.
My suspicions are confirmed when I see the state of my kitchen. There’s a cutting board still on the counter that has the avocado rind and seed still out, along with a knife and fork. There are toast crumbs on my counter.
This is so not how I roll.
In the span of 24 hours, Brandon Nix has completely immersed himself in my life. He’s been in my kitchen. In my bed! He even picked the charity we’re going to be working with. I’d never have picked this one. I’d have done something with SMA or Muscular Dystrophy or something for Benj. Not something for me.
And he still has my car, to boot! Which means he has to come back here, risking even more chances of being seen together.
This could ruin my life.
But as I look out my window, I see my car’s back. The keys are on the hook next to the door where they belong. He thinks he can just come in here whenever he wants? The audacity of that man.
I cross my arms in a huff, only because I’m alone with no one to witness my tantrum or judge me for it.
Also because I’m having a lot of feelings right now and have no idea what to do with them all.
With way too much force behind my movements, I swipe at the mess on the counter. But as I pick up the avocado seed, something inside me cracks, causing tears to spring to my eyes.
Brandon Nix made me avocado toast. He stayed the night and took care of me. Or at least he made sure I didn’t die. He slept next to me because he thought I asked him to. And he found a charity for me.
