“Now, what’s it going to be?” I asked.
Ready to deliver my threats without hesitation.
He’s face was still pale, but he nodded, “The first thing you suggested.”
I nodded, “Good call,” then I pulled the fork from his hand. Sat it down on the napkin it had been resting on and stood to my full height of six feet three.
I stepped back, crossed my arms over my chest, and waited.
I didn’t miss the way his eyes widened at my height, my size, the tattoos on both my arms.
I held the smirk in. Barely.
He pulled his hand to his chest, pulled his wallet out with his other hand, pulled out two twenties, laid them on the table, and then he stood, and with his eyes on the floor, he walked out.
I walked back to my booth and sat, my eyes staying on him until he got in his car, backed out, and left.
I had just taken a sip from my Coke when my plate was set down, and I looked up at Peter, Harlee’s dad, “From now on, you never pay when you come in here.”
I shook my head, “Nah.”
He nodded, “Yes. Don’t you dare think her mama and I miss the way you look at her.”
And with that, he walked away.
Was that unsolicited approval?
Too goddamn bad I would never act on my feelings for her.
They stood there pretending to be just friends when all the while, everyone in the room could plainly see that they were only existing for each other.
– Emma Blake
Chapter 2
Harlee
I love what I do.
I love what I do.
I love what I... oh fuck it.
On days like today, I really hate what I did.
Was it too much to ask for someone to take a shower more than once a month?
I mean... really.
I almost told him to go home, shower, using soap that had disinfectant in it, then I would reschedule his appointment.
Do you know how gross it is to smell ball sweat?
I was gagging as the smell was still lingering in my nose.
It felt as though it was in my hair, on my clothes... a shower was going to be the first thing I did when I walked into my house.
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