Page 57 of Meet Fake


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But you miss him.

These are not the thoughts I should be having. It’d be so easy to wave a magic wand and make these feelings disappear.

“I like this place.” Daisy looks around the coffee shop.

“It’s cozy,” I tell her as I finally serve the coffee to the customer who’s been patiently waiting.

“I’m disappointed, though.”

“Why?” I l lift my brows.

“I thought you-know-who would be here.” Her eyebrows waggle.

I shake my head. “He’s not.”

“Clearly.” Her lips press together. “When will he be?”

“I don’t know.” I shrug and clean the espresso machine and the dirty containers.

“Uh-oh, what’s going on? Trouble in paradise?” She uses a mom voice.

I glare at her and lean in. “Fake paradise, remember?”

“Right, but still. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, he’s been busy with work. I don’t have to see him every day.”

“But you want to.” She arches a perfectly manicured brow.

I hate that she expressed the thought I just tried to push away.

“No.” I narrow my eyes at her.

“I know you too well, Sage. What’s really going on?” Daisy crosses her arms and rests her elbows on the countertop.

“Nothing’s going on. Things are great, on track, actually. In a few weeks, I’m going to his friends’ wedding. It’s right before his birthday.” Then, I’ll go back to being Sage, the nerdy, lonely girl.

I hadn’t realized how lonely I felt until I met Tristan. He’s brightened my life in splashes of color. He’s brought this spark that makes me feel like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff while at the same time chasing a rainbow.

My stomach drops at the unfamiliar territory while my heart soars at the possibilities. Every time I remind myself that none of this is real, it’s like reliving a loss that isn’t even mine to miss.

“So soon?”

“Yeah,” I nod. “Want a latte?”

“Yes, please.” Daisy places her purse on the counter beside her.

She looks around the space and then back at me.

“How was your trip?”

“Long as ever. I left at five this morning to avoid traffic.”

“Five?” My voice rises.

“Yeah, I’m tired.” She yawns, proving her point.

“Why don’t you go rest, and we’ll do something tomorrow?” I don’t want her feeling obligated to see me on her first day if she’s been driving for almost ten hours.

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