But already, Betsy was shaking her head. "Actually, it won't bemewaiting on him."
My stomach lurched. "What?"
She was beaming now. "Yeah, it'll be you."
I felt the blood drain from my face. "Me?"
Betsy gave an enthusiastic nod. "Oh yeah. He asked for you personally, you know, because you're friends and all." With a little laugh, she reached out and gave me a mock push to my shoulders. "Istillcan't believe you didn't tell me."
AndIdidn't believe this night could've gotten any worse.
Just an hour ago, a collision with a customer had sent a tray of dirty dishes crashing to the floor – except for a single cup of stale coffee, which had bounced off my torso on its way down, leaving not only a giant damp patch, but also a huge stain in its wake.
I frowned down at the stain.Well, it's not like my uniform could've gotten any uglier.
In the freezer, Betsy was still talking. "But later on, you'll tell me the whole story, right? You know, of how you ended up friends?"
No. I wouldn’t.
I wouldn’t be telling anyone.
Cripes, I didn’t even want tothinkabout it. But that wasn't my biggest problem now. Now, all I wanted was a way out.
I simplycouldn’twait on him.
And in truth, I was kind of surprised that he wanted me to.
I tried to think. Obviously, he wasn't here by chance, which meant that he'd surely catch me sooner or later. And until that happened, I'd be a nervous wreck, watching over my shoulder and jumping at every sound.
As if I needed something else to worry about.
Damn it.I had to face facts. I couldn’t avoid him forever. So instead, I decided I'd simply march out there and get it over with – the ass-chewing I so richly deserved, in Flynn's mind, anyway.
As I left the freezer, I said a silent prayer that whatever happened, it would soon be over.
No such luck.
