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Iblame the shoes for everything.
To be fair, they were absolutely gorgeous, sparkling in the boutique window, beckoning to me like a pair of glittery designer-labeled sirens. For the last four months, I’d worn sensible footwear ninety percent of the time, as part of the extremely minimalist selection I’d toted with me on my travels.
“Greetings, Sarah Dearly,”I imagined the shoes cooing at me. “Aren’t we lovely?”
“You certainly are,” I agreed.
“You want us, don’t you?”
“I sure do.”
“We’re on sale.”
“I love sales,” I told them. “And I love you.”
“We love you too!”
Just as I reached for my credit card, I heard a familiar voice in my left ear.
“Oh. My. Effing. God. Sarah! What are you doing here?”
This exclamation was followed by a crushing embrace that I didn’t have time to defend myself against.
A wave of guilt immediately crashed over me as I wrenched my gaze away from the high-heeled sparkle to the face of my blonde best friend, Amy.
“Amy,” I said, hugging her back. “It’s so good to see you.”
“I didn’t know you were back in Toronto. Why didn’t you call me?” she demanded, her sky blue eyes sweeping over me from foot to fang.
“I’m sorry, I should have,” I said. “I know. But we’re only back in Toronto for a day, and then we’re off again.”
“I haven’t seen you in a million years!”
“It’s only been four months,” I said carefully.
“Well, it feels like a million years. So you’re leaving tomorrow?”
I nodded. “Bright and early.”
“Where are you headed off to now?” she asked.
“Not sure yet.” I half expected her to freak out on me for not making plans with her the moment I got back. I had planned to call her and maybe grab drinks tonight. But I’d slept twelve solid hours last night in my own bed, which was a fluffy oasis of luxury after spending months in hotel and motel rooms of varying degrees of comfort.
Amy nodded. “Well, it sounds like you have time to at least have a coffee with me. Like, now. Now or never, right?”
“Sounds great,” I agreed readily.
We headed to the closest coffeehouse and got a table in the corner with a good view of Bloor Street. Amy ordered drinks for us, and I was mildly surprised she got mine right.
“Black coffee, no cream, no sugar for you,” she said, placing the mug in front of me. “And a Pumpkin Spice Latte for me, extra whip. Yum.”
I eyed her drink with envy. Some vampires could tolerate human foods, but I wasn’t one of them like Amy was. Therefore, black coffee was my go-to hot drink for the rest of eternity. And one day, I hoped I’d actually get the taste for the bitter brew.
“Tell me everything that’s going on with you,” I said to her.
Amy shook her head. “You first. You’re the one with the jet-setting, millionaire lifestyle now.”
