“Sixteen months,” I say, sipping my beer again. “It’s fine. We’re undefinable.”
“He’s using you to be his secret sex girl.” Sistine gives me a look, daring me to challenge her.
“He is not.”
“Have you ever met his friends?” she asks, her eyes darting between me and Kendall.
“No.”
“Family?”
“No.”
“Does he have pictures of you at his house?”
“He lives in an apartment, but no.”
“He’s a big successful businessman who lives in an apartment?” She gives me a look as if to say ‘checkmate.’
“It’s a nice-ish apartment.”
“Has he ever even come here to see you?”
“No, but with my nana?—"
“Whom he’s never shown interest in meeting!”
I sigh and slouch my shoulders, glaring at Sistine.
Kendall raises her eyebrows and fidgets with her pint glass. “We can change the subject,” she says, shooting Sistine a look imploring her to tone down the interrogation.
“Oh my God,” says Sistine, looking towards the bar. “As if the Lord himself heard us. There he is!”
“Who?” I ask, turning around.
Staring right back at me, leaning on the bar and looking oh-so-casually-cool, is Rhodes.
“Who are we looking at?” asks Kendall.
“The hot architect,” answers Sistine.
“Oh!” she replies, immediately knowing exactly who we’re talking about. “He is hot!”
He waves, and I’m pretty sure he’s looking at me. I wave back, feeling all the blood rush to my face, and turn back around.
“Micah, you are blushing!” says Kendall.
“Go get another drink,” says Sistine.
“But I still have?—"
Sistine picks up my beer and chugs it, then slams the empty glass down on the table.
“Put the next one on my tab. Just get your ass up there.”
I roll my eyes but grab my empty glass and make my way to the bar. Rhodes smiles when he sees me approaching.
RHODES
