"You could always try LovLogic," my sister says with a hint of amusement in her voice.
I burst out laughing.
"Hell no to that. I'd rather eat a bowl full of broken glass. But hey, if a woman falls into my lap, I promise I'll ask her out on a date, though. How about that, sis?" I say, making her guffaw.
"Alright. Fine. Deal," Florence says with a chuckle.
After a quick shower and lunch, I head over to Summit Market to grab some nonperishables to restock my pantry. The owner, Brandt, gives me a friendly wave when I step through the automated doors. I weave my way to the back corner of the store where he stocks the soups and beans. Filling my arms full of cans, I immediately regret not grabbing a basket.
Balancing an armful of tin cans, I make my way toward the front when the automated doors ping open and a curvy woman suddenly rushes in, straight into me, causing my cans to fall into the aisle.
"I'm so sorry!" the woman says, immediately falling to her knees as she attempts to grab the cans rolling away toward the shelves.
I open my mouth to tell her accidents happen, but realize she is still talking nonstop.
"I can't believe my shitty luck! Frick, I'm so sorry! I totally wasn't looking. I was trying to hide from my great aunt."
I attempt to comment, but the curvy woman with the wild auburn hair keeps talking a mile-a-minute.
"Dammit, I just wasn't expecting to see her already. I was hoping I could get settled into my rental and get my head straight on my shoulders, and now she's out there in the parking lot. I don't even know if she saw me."
The woman peers up at me with her dark brown eyes, her lovely face flushed.
"Seriously, I'm just so sorry! I'm here for a wedding, and she expects me to have a boyfriend with me, and I don't. And I'm not looking forward to being scolded like a child because of that,"she says, standing to her feet and handing me several cans of soup.
"Wait, I'm sorry. What? She's going to scold you for not having aboyfriendat a wedding?" I repeat, stupidly.
The woman gives me a small smile, causing my heart to race behind my ribs at the sight of her coffee-colored, warm eyes.
"Yeah. I know. It's ridiculous," she says, shaking her head with a soft laugh.
"It's the twenty-first century. Hell, yes, it's ridiculous!"
A loud laugh tumbles out of her full lips.
"It sure the hellisridiculous!"
We stare at each other for a moment, my palms sweating. As I get lost in her eyes, I hear the automated doors ding, and a woman's shrill voice call out, "Lexi, I thought that was you."
The auburn-haired beauty gives me an apologetic smile before turning toward the elderly woman stepping into Summit Market. I watch for a moment, then realize I'm being a bit of a creeper and walk over to the front counter, placing the cans on its surface.
Brandt straightens them out as he looks over my shoulder at the elderly woman chewing out the beautiful stunner who is apparently called Lexi. Her disrespectful tone gets under my skin. I catch Brandt's eye and he also seems put out as well.
"What the fuck?" the shop owner mutters.
I give him a quick nod and grumble, "I can't juststandhere."
Spinning on my heel, I take several strides toward the old woman chewing out Lexi. When I get closer, I can hear her shrill voice say, "You told me there would be a boyfriend at the wedding! I let my friends know! Are you saying that I'm going to be embarrassed by you yet again?"
Lexi opens her mouth to respond, but her great aunt cuts her off and continues chewing her out. I walk up directly behind the aunt and clear my throat. The woman turns to me, her heatedgaze landing on my chest. As her eyes make their way up to meet mine, her annoyance turns to confusion.
"May I help you?" She says with a sniff.
I hold out my hand and say, "You must be Lexi's aunt. I'm Floyd."
4
Lexi
