I reach in and grab the nail polish remover to take off my old polish on my toes. “It’s a good we’re doing this,” I say as I look down at my chipped polish.
Rya chuckles as she removes her old nail polish too. “So, Zayn really hasn’t said anything?”
I glance up at her as she continues to stare down at her toes. “Nope. He just said I’m turning nothing into something.” She nods her head. “Why?” I ask.
Her shoulders shrug. “Just wondering. I thought maybe he said more, and you didn’t want to say it in front of Ez.”
I could see why she would think that. There are some things I’ve told her that I tell her not to tell Ez. It’s the type of stuff girlstalk about that the husband don’t need to know. Who knows if she tells him or not.
“Do you know something that you didn’t want Ez to know?”
Her head tilts up as her eyes flicker around. “No.” She winces, and then she places the used cotton ball to the side of her and grabs another one.
Usually, we talk more about our problems, but this time Rya doesn’t seem to want to talk about this.
Am I really turning nothing into something?
The sun filters through this small café shining down at the baristas working on orders. I swirl my straw around my iced coffee, mixing it together. I look around at the quiet café. For how small it is, you’d think you could hear everyone’s conversation, but everyone’s talking so quietly.
I rarely come to this café because it’s about thirty minutes from me. But they do have a great selection of coffees and homemade foods. When I found them, I pitched my baked goods to them, but they wanted to keep everything in house. I can respect that.
“Are you going to spend another night with us?” Rya asks. Her blonde, bouncy waves drape across her chest.
Right now, she’s making me look like a bum. My hair is up in a messy bun with an oversized tee, shorts, and my worn flipflops. I was in no mood to dress up as much as she did. She’s always one to dress up anywhere she goes. Even though being away from Zayn this weekend has helped me a lot, I still didn’t feel the need to add any more to my appearance.
“I haven’t decided,” I say, taking a sip of my coffee. “Would you mind if I stayed again?” I’ve stayed two nights already.Today is Sunday, and I have to get back to the house tomorrow for sure. It’s been nice getting away. Almost feels like a staycation.
Zayn has only texted me once since I left. He texted me late Friday night. No… More like early Saturday morning, asking where I was and if I was okay. I have a feeling Rya texted him without me knowing. I kept seeing her text someone throughout the night on Friday. When I asked who it was, she said a friend from work.
“Of course, I wouldn’t mind.” Her eyes flicker to the window like she’s avoiding something.
“I don’t have to.”
Her eyes shift to me. “No. I don’t mind. I loved having a girl’s weekend with you.” Her grin widens. “We should do this more. It felt like high school all over again.”
“Yeah, it did. It was nice,” I say, twirling my straw around inside my cup.
“Have you talked more to Zay?”
I shake my head.
“He hasn’t texted you?”
“Only the first night,” I say, eyeing her as her lips turn downward in a frown.
“Well, that’s not like him.”
I shrug my shoulders because it really isn’t like him. None of this has really been like him. But I did take off and haven’t returned, and he probably doesn’t want to talk over the phone. But then again, he could have asked me to come home so we could talk, and he didn’t do that either.
Did he even wonder what I was doing all weekend like I wondered what he was doing?
Did he miss me?
I missed him. We usually aren’t ever away from each other and if we are, we’re always texting or calling each other before we go to bed.
“Were you the one who texted Zay that I was at your house on Friday?” I ask as my thoughts shift back to Friday night, watching her text nonstop.
Her eyes beam up at me like she’s been caught doing something. My brows knit together as she shakes her head. “No. I was texting a friend from work.”
