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“Doubtful.”
“You don’t like school dances?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Then why not come?”
Because I have feelings for you that are completely inappropriate.
“Just not feeling it this year.”
“Okay then.”
“Okay?” I question, finding it hard to believe that he’s going to let me off so easily.
“Yeah, okay. If you don’t want to go I can respect that.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.” He finishes off the rest of his Danish in one big bite. “But,” he continues once he swallows. “If you were to change your mind, I wouldn’t hate you for it.”
“Is that so?” I laugh.
“Just think about it.”
“I have thought about it.”
“Well think about it again.”
My resolve is wavering. I can feel it. As hard as it is to say no to Lulu, it’s even harder to say no to Alec. I can’t help it. He’s so damn endearing.
“Fine, I’ll go.” I let out on a long-winded sigh. “Happy now?”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously what?”
“You’ll go?”
“I just said I would, didn’t I?”
“Damn, that was easier than I thought.” He leans back in his chair and takes a drink of his chocolate milk.
“You planned this,” I accuse.
“I did not. I asked. You’re the one that agreed. And now that you have...no takebacks.”
“You’re lucky you’re so cute.” My eyes widen when I realize what I’ve said.Shit!“For a five-year-old, that is,” I pathetically add.
“You think I’m cute?” A shit-eating grin crosses his face as he leans in and places his elbows on the table.
“You’re okay.” I shrug indifferently.
“Hope Russell...” he starts, but is interrupted by the ping of the front door. We both turn in unison to see a younger couple enter the bakery, hand in hand.
“Welp. Guess I should get back to work.” I stand, happy for first time ever that I have an excuse to get away from Alec.
What was I thinking telling him he is cute?
“Yeah, I gotta head home anyway.” He stands. “Thanks for the Danish. You weren’t wrong. It really was amazing.” He turns, tossing his plate and bottle into the trash can.
“Told ya.” I stick my tongue out playfully as I slide past him and head toward the counter.
He pauses next to the door to throw me a little wave.
“Can’t wait for our date on Saturday.” He winks.
“It’s not a date,” I call back, his laughter still ringing in my ears long after the door closes behind him.
