pathetic. Essentially, it was the kind of hope that refused to be crushed even
though it was hopeless. Hopeful hopelessness. Was that even a thing?
Romi dug the check out of her purse, jammed the thing beneath the
passenger seat, and tucked her phone into the middle console. She doubted
anyone in a neighborhood with million-dollar houses would want to break a
window to steal it, but you never knew what got people excited.
She locked the car and walked up the stone walkway to the concrete
steps. She picked up the brass lion head knocker and rapped it hard.
Her stomach did a couple flips. What if Kiera wasn’t home? Maybe that
would be better. Maybe Romi should have called. Maybe coming here was
actually the worst thing she could have done. She sometimes assumed
things and was absolutely dead wrong and, of course, regretted talking
herself into it when the moment came.
She was in the middle of debating whether she should turn around and
run when the door opened. Kiera was there. She was dressed in skinny jeans
and a baggy green sweater. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun. She
looked exactly like Romi remembered, except that she was even more
beautiful, if that was even possible.
Of course it’s possible. The unattainability of things always makes them
that much more awe inspiring. History has taught everyone this. It’s
common knowledge.
“Romi…” Kiera didn’t exactly seem surprised to see her. Romi, however,
was shocked to see Kiera smile warmly. A wonderful smile that made the
tiniest of lines at the corners of her beautiful eyes and gave her sensual lips
just the hint of definition.
“Hi. I-I came because the check was canceled?” Romi unfolded the
wrinkled, soggy check out of her right hand. She nearly made a noise deep
in her throat when she realized how grossly damp her palms were.
“That’s right.” Kiera nodded, but didn’t stop smiling. “I cancelled it.”
“Oh.” Romi toed her canvas shoe into the cement step.