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“Perfect. Our office is on Eastchester. We’re a general practice, but you should be familiar with that. I remember you working at your father’s office most summers, and our in-take system is very similar to his. I’m excited to have you as part of our team, Lucy.” He smiles and reaches out his hand.
“I’m excited to be a part of it as well, thank you.” I shake his hand and smile.
“I’ll see you at eight on Monday, then. And tell your mom I said, ‘Hello.’”
I nod and watch him walk away, feeling lighter than I have in months. I’m not entirely thrilled about working in a doctor’s office, but the thought of having a job is a relief. I finish shopping, and I feel proud of myself for finding everything on Mom’s list. I head to the check out line as my phone buzzes. I try to pull it out of my purse when I feel my cart connect with something and hear a murmured, “Oof.”
I look up into a pair of brilliant blue eyes as I feel my own widening. A man stands in front of my cart, gently rubbing his hip. He’s tall, with thick black hair that’s cut short on the sides and longer up top. He smiles sheepishly at me as he raises an eyebrow.
“You make a habit of running people over with grocery carts, or am I just lucky?” he asks.
I feel my cheeks heat as I gape at him. “I . . . no . . . um, wow, I am so sorry. Are you okay?”
He smiles and nods, stepping out of the way of me and my cart.
“I’m fine, you didn’t hit me that hard. Don’t worry, I won’t press any charges.”
I laugh a little, and then remember my outfit. I groan inwardly and feel my cheeks flush again—stupid complexion.
“Well, um, as long as you’re okay . . .” I start walking toward the register and he follows me.
“I am, but I should probably get your number. You know, for insurance purposes.” He sticks his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
He’s smooth, I’ll give him that. I glance up at the easy way he smiles, and the lightness in his face. He’s tall, but not quite as tall as Wyatt—his features aren’t as guarded as Wyatt’s are either.
“I’m Noah, by the way,” the man says, still smiling.
“Nice to meet you, Noah. I’m Lucy,”
“Lucy. That’s a pretty name,”
“Thank you.” I smile.
The older lady in front of me puts the last few items from her cart on the conveyor, and I shift from one foot to the other. I’ve always been painfully shy, and a little socially awkward. The only time I haven’t been uncomfortable around someone I just met was when Wyatt stumbled upon me in the cemetery.
“So, about that number . . .” Noah lightly bumps his elbow against mine.
“Oh, right.” I clear my throat. “Um, sure. Give me your phone.”
Noah hands me his phone and offers me a huge, megawatt smile. He’s a handsome guy, I’ve got to admit. I put my number into his phone and moved forward, starting to take out my items. Noah sticks his phone back in his pocket and takes a few steps back, waving at me.
“See ya around, Lucy,” he calls.
“See ya around.” I blush.
I turn back to the register and finish putting my items on the conveyor. As the girl finishes ringing everything up, she hands me my receipt with a wink.
“He was incredibly hot. I feel like I just witnessed a real-life meet-cute.”
I smile tightly back at her. “Feels weird, experiencing that.”
“You think he’s going to call you?”
I scoff. “Probably not. I’m sure he’ll forget this ever happened in about ten minutes.”
The girl waves me off as I put the last bag back in my cart.
“He’ll call, I’d bet on it,”
