He fishes his phone from his jean’s pocket and drops it in my hand. “Maybe this time, you’ll give me the rightnumber?”
By now my cheeks must be a shade of red that only the devil wears. “Oh God, did I give you the wrongnumber?”
He nods. “Very cute of you, by theway.”
I quickly type in “Cha…” then backspace, backspace, backspace. Demi. To him, I’m Demi.I can’t believe I’m doingthis.
Once my number’s stored, I return hisphone.
“What about next Friday, around four?” He glances at the screen withamusement.
“Sure…”
“A coffee date. Very cute.” He laughs. “I’ll see you soon,Demi.”
And with that, he grabs a bottle of champagne from the top shelf before struttingaway.
There are almost eight billion people in this world, and of course, leave it to me to have a raunchy one-night stand in Mexico with a man who shops at my grocerystore.
