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“Yeah, your mom calls me all the time.” He chuckled.
The tailor moved on to my sleeves, so I made sure I stayed extra still. I could at least be comfortable at this shindig.
“You still with the florist?” He asked.
“With her, I don’t really know. It’s casual.” I shrugged.
He shot me a look. “You don’t want anything serious.” He stated.
“Don’t think so. Not yet at least. But she wants to focus on her career. So, it works out.”
“But you like her?”
“Yeah.”
I answered shortly. I wasn’t really in the mood for it. If I kept thinking about my baby doll, I would get a hard on and the tailor wouldn’t like that very much.
“What time is the dinner again?” I asked him. He shot me a look. He didn’t even know.
“Fuck man, I have no clue. Let me call Gab.”
“No, don’t call her. She’ll be pissed. I’ll call her.” He thanked me with his eyes.
I didn’t blame him anyway. He had a lot on his plate, I don’t think I would remember when it was either. I rang her, and she answered on the last ring.
“What is it, Tristan?”
“Hello to you too. What time is the dinner tonight?” I rolled my eyes.
“Seven. But we will be there at six. I have to go.” She hung up.
“Be there at six,” I told Levi, “how the hell do you tolerate that woman anyway?” I asked him.
He laughed aloud. “I don’t know. I love her. I don’t notice much else.”
I thought about what he said.
“How do you know that, that you really love her?” I asked him.
He
thought to himself, the frown lines on his face relaxing.
“Dude, I asked her to marry me eight years ago and I waited all this time for her to say yes. That’s how I know.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Tristan
When the tailor was done poking me I took myself to the café to grab lunch and got some cake pops for Emilia. I learned they were her favorite when I saw her yesterday at the floral shop. I was filling in for Levi again.
I made my way to her shop and let myself in. She was by the register, probably balancing it. She was so concentrated she didn’t even look up from what she was doing. I smiled softly and walked up, announcing my presence.
“Hey, baby doll.” She gasped, jumping a bit as she looked at me. Then she smiled brightly and relaxed.
“You scared me.” She eyed the bag. “Is that for me?” I nodded, and she beamed. She was so damn cute.
“Thank you.” She popped a vanilla cake pop in her mouth. She looked adorable in her pink graphic tee and holey jeans. Her hair pinned up loosely. I was staring shamelessly.
