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“Now that, I would pay to see.”
“What? I can be tough!” she insists. I giggle at her indignation. “I mean, I’ve never punched anyone before, but I could give it a try. Oh! I know! I’ll launch a cyber-attack against him!”
“A cyber-attack? I thought you went to school for interior design, not computer science.”
“I did,” she laughs. “I don’t mean hacking or anything like that. I’ll… I’ll… write a strongly worded email to his boss about his behavior.”
This gets a real laugh out of me. Sydney is adorable, and I know she’d struggle to even write a strongly worded email. “Unfortunately, he’s a doctor and he owns his own clinic.”
“Well, crap.”
I grin at her exasperated tone. “Right? It’s not enough that he’s stupidly handsome, he also saves people for a living and is loaded. Why are guys such jerks?”
“I know! The hot ones seem to be nothing but trouble.”
“Hot ones, huh? Do you have anything you want to tell me?”
“No. Yes. No. It’s nothing. It’s not a thing.”
I giggle at her flustered words. “Come on, give me something else to focus on.”
“Fine,” she sighs. “I met this gorgeous guy at a bar.”
“You were in a bar?!”
“Yes. Sort of. I was there getting a shepherd’s pie for my grandma.”
“That makes more sense.” I laugh while Sydney huffs out a breath. I bet she’s rolling her eyes right now, too.
“Anyway. Pretty much as soon as I stepped inside the bar and asked for the food, he got all grumpy and then called me a liar! Andthenhe kicked me out!”
“What?”
“Yeah! But that’s not all. He chased me down the street, I guess to apologize or something, but I slipped into a coffee shop just in time.”
“Sydney, is he a stalker? Do you need to report him to the cops?”
“No, no, nothing like that. I mean, I’ve bumped into him a few times, and he always starts out kind of sweet, and then ends up saying something rude. I don’t get it. It’s like he’s seeking me out just to be mean.”
“Or, maybe he likes you.”
“What?!”
“Just think about it. Maybe you make him nervous.”
Sydney laughs so hard she has to pull the phone away from her ear. I hear the sound echoing softly around the room. “No, I don’t think that’s the case. Thanks for the laugh though.”
“You too, Syd. I miss you.”
“Miss you too, Gracie. Promise me you’ll tell me about handsome, rich, jerky doctor when you’re ready?”
“Only if you promise to update me on hot, rude bartender when he finally makes his move.”
“Ha. Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” she says sarcastically.
We say our goodbyes and plan for a video chat later in the week. I’m feeling a little better, but I’m mostly just numb.
I grab a blanket and curl back up on the couch, trying not to cry. I only make it five minutes before the tears start again. This time, they don’t stop until sleep finally takes me.
