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After saying goodbye to Sully and Dutch, I walked outside the store. Wyatt looked as handsome as ever as his sandy blond hair whipped in the wind.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yep,” I said, expressionless, trying so hard to not let him crack my protective exterior. I had to stay strong.
Cool Beans was just down the block from Spotlight. When we walked through the doors, the rich aroma of brewing coffee tickled my senses. Wyatt and I approached the counter and looked up at the chalkboard menu.
“What do you usually get?” he asked.
“Coffee, but I’m in the mood for tea.”
“Have you tried our iced chai?” the employee asked. “It’s brand new and already one of our best sellers.”
“What is it?”
“It’s black tea, milk, and spices. Ginger, cinnamon—”
“She doesn’t like cinnamon,” Wyatt said casually. “What else do you recommend?”
I stared at him, slightly impressed. “You remembered?”
Wyatt nodded, looking so nonchalant about the whole thing. “Of course.”
You don’t want him. You don’t want him. You don’t want him.
Feeling flustered, I did my best to seem as unimpressed as I could, focusing my attention back on the employee. “I think I’ll just have a caramel macchiato. Thanks.”
“I’ll have a Coke,” Wyatt said, reaching for his wallet. The cashier nodded and handed Wyatt a cup to fill at the soda fountain.
I shook my head. “I thought you wanted to have coffee.”
He shrugged. “Old habits die hard.”
I’ll say they do.
Here I was, falling right into old habits with Wyatt. I needed to strengthen my resolve because I could already feel it slipping away from me with that cinnamon remark. I loved how Wyatt paid attention and knew me—really knew me. Oden never knew me…not really. He didn’t pay attention to the little things—like my disdain for cinnamon or my love for Christian Slater. We were simply strangers who pretended to be in love.
But when I was with Wyatt, I was in love. It was a real, true, and honest love. At least I thought it was until that day I showed up at his house with apple fritters, and my world immediately came crashing down.
We found a table near the window, and Wyatt ran his fingers through his hair. “I still can’t believe you’re here. Like actually sitting across from me.”
“Yep,” I said, giving him a polite smile. “I was pretty shocked last night when you walked into the store.”
“I can’t even tell you how many times I imagined this…exactly this. Sitting with you, learning about your life and how the last two—almost three—years have been. I mean, how was the rest of high school?”
“Um, it was fine.”
“Soccer captain?”
“Yep.”
“You’re being weird.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Tilly.”
“Fine. I, um, I dated Oden Marcello. Do you remember him?”
