"Super-tall guy from the limo?" she reminds me. “Straggly long blond hair? Arms that can reach the stars?”
"Ohhhh." I chew and swallow. "You can't stop thinking about him? Seriously?"
"Yeahhhh. I'm one hundred percent interested. So, ah, can you get his number for me?"
"How? I don't even know him."
"But you know his boss, right? Mira said his boss is also your boss."
"He’s not my—well, sort of."
"So get it from your ‘sort of’ boss then."
"We don't really get along…"
"Well ask nicely," she pushes. "And don't forget to use the magic words. Hook your girl up. I'm waiting." She hangs up before I can deny her.
For the next hour, I fight against contacting him. But the truth is, Iwantto hit up my supposed nemesis. Less for Lissa and more for me, seeing as I can’t seem to get the memory of his lips on mine out of my head.
Plucking up my phone again, I scroll down to his number. The number I’ve always had but never used. Never had a reason to. Before the candy shop, the last thing I ever wanted to do was contact Onyx for any reason whatsoever.
Now, though… Hmm.
Me:Onyx?
It’s roughly ten minutes later before a reply comes in.
Onyx:Yo Sweet P
Me:Can I get Mouse's number?
Onyx:You mean Mice?
Me:Yes. The tall, good-looking one.
Onyx:I'm tall and good-looking. Why don't you want my number?
Me:BecauseI already have it?
Onyx:But do you really tho?
Me:Am I not texting you right now?
Onyx:Why do you want Mice’s number?
Me:For a friend.
Onyx:Which one? The blonde, the brunette, or the Indian?
Me:The brunette.
Onyx:Good, caz he doesn't do blondes. Lemme check with him first.
Me:K.
Half an hour later, he sends me Mice’s number, then promptly follows it up with…
Onyx:So when are you taking me out?
