A smile stretches on my lips. Does he live here? Is it some kind of sign from the universe telling me that I’m definitely not a one night stand kind of girl and that what happened with Hot Grumpy Guy could become something… More? After all, Jack wants to settle here. Maybe I could give it a try. We did have fun during our single night together. The sex was not… Incredible, but it’s something we could work on, right?
I straighten in my chair, hoping to get his attention, and our eyes meet. His eyes widen and lips part in shock. Good he recognizes me, I won’t make a fool of myself, then.
I give him a small wave but freeze when a gorgeous red headed woman approaches him and nestles against his side, his arm coming around her shoulders in what looks to be an automatic response.
My smile falls.
He is wearing a fucking red wristband.
9
JUST CO-WORKERS WHO RANDOMLY MET IN A SHITHOLE AND NEVER SAW EACH OTHER NAKED
Evie: Girl! Jack told us you were already gone when he woke up.
Evie: I hope we did not freak you out or anything?
Evie: You got a little weird when we ordered our second drinks…
Prudence: Oh
Prudence: Oh my god no. I had a really great time with you guys.
Prudence: I just recognized someone, and I was not prepared to see him.
Evie: Oh, you should have told us!
Evie: We could have gone somewhere else, or invited him over.
Prudence: Definitely not invite him over.
Evie: Oh, then we could have asked the waitress to spill a drink on him. She totally would have done it.
Evie: Or asked the bartender to put sugar instead of salt if he took some tequila shots.
Prudence: Evil.
Prudence: I like you even more.
Prudence: My interview is about to start, I’ll tell you guys when I come back.
Evie: Good luck!
Evie: And be careful, I think the rain will be hitting us hard today.
PRUDENCE
My brain has decided to ignore what it saw last night. Hot Grumpy Guy was definitely not in that bar. Definitely not wearing a red wristband. And especially not smooching with a hot redhead.
I did not consider that the “universe was sending me a sign” like a gullible dumb little girl. Because of course, the only man I felt comfortable enough to have sex with in a really long time probably ended up being a cheating liar.
So no more thinking about this. I’ll just blame alcohol and a potential brain tumor for all of it.
I woke up before my alarm around 6a.m. this morning, took a shower and got ready with fairly professional clothes—a cute cream silk button down with a pencil skirt—light make-up and a simple high ponytail. When I looked at my reflection, I still felt like my boring self, but a tad more confident.
That’ll have to be enough.
Now, I’m sitting in my car in the underground parking of the LAPD. Music in the background, and my thumb tapping the wheel distractedly to the rhythm of the song.
