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“But other than that, she had nothing but good things to say about them. They all have a lot of fun, she said. The only reason she’s no longer with them is because she had a kid. It’ll be an adventure, for sure.”
“For sure,” I echoed. I sat down on the couch with a plunk. “Well, that’s not unexpected, I guess.”
“True.”
“But still a lot, you know?” I fiddled with the hem of my shirt as I looked around my apartment. It was weirdly neat, as if Michael had finally picked up all his socks. Guess he put the key to good use. “It’s a big adjustment.”
“But could it be a necessary one?” Andrew opened his fridge, moved something heavy-sounding around. “This is your dream, Ace. This is what you’re meant to do.”
“How do you know that?”
“I just do,” he said. Pride showed through his voice and I preened at the sound of it. “Alicia, this is what you’re born to do. Don’t you feel it?”
“I think you’re turning into a hippie before my very ears,” I joked.
“Listen, Jones, I’ve been a hippie from birth. Crunchy granola all the way. But no veganism. I love meat.”
We both laughed.
“Well, I have the whole weekend to consider it,” I said. “I’m interviewing with them on Monday.”
“Good! So you have the whole weekend to fangirl, then.”
I smiled. “How did you know that was on the agenda?”
“Because you’ve listened to the Leroys since at least high school. At least.”
“How do you know that? Michael doesn’t even know that.”
“We went to school together, Alicia. I know you.”
Oh yeah,I thought. I forgot. This is Andrew.
I frowned at that. But I’m not that person anymore.
He bit into something crunchy-sounding and chewed. “You gotta try these chips,” he said around a mouthful. “One of the customers came into the store the other day, and—”
“Can we talk about something other than food, Andrew? Fucking focus, man.”
“Okay, okay, you have my full attention. But seriously, think about it. Working with your dream band. How awesome is that?”
“Truly awesome,” I agreed. As I breathed in, my nose caught a whiff of the heavenly scent I smelled earlier. “Hold on, Andrew, I think Michael’s here.” I finally looked around me and saw the rose petals sprinkled on the floor. A brief flash of annoyance ran through me before I melted at the sight. And then panicked.
“Andrew,” I said slowly. “What’s the date?”
“It’s the 8th, why?”
“Shit.” I checked my watch and saw that I had an alert: Happy Anniversary! 7 p.m. “I gotta go. I gotta go.”
“What happened?”
“I forgot my anniversary!” I groaned. “Michael’s gonna kill me.”
“Well, I don’t wanna be a witness to a murder, so go.” He laughed low. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“Okay, bye.” I ended the call before Andrew could respond. I swiped my hands under my arms and sniffed. I smell absolutely vile. Sweat poured down my back. I looked at my watch again. Fifteen minutes until Michael walked through the door. Shit, shit, shit.
I ran to the bathroom and turned on the water. A hot stream of water poured forward. Thank God. I quickly turned it to shower mode and stripped off all of my clothes. Stepping in carefully, I wet my hair, watching the water run through the curls. I grabbed the conditioner and squirted it into my hair. I could hear my phone ringing as I ran my soapy washcloth over my body. He’s gonna kill me.
