My heart leapt for joy.
“I’m glad I could.”
Chapter Thirteen
Licia
It’s been over a week, and I was yet to recover from the shock I received on my birthday. I had wanted a race car, but after Kevin's uneventful departure, I lost interest in a lot of things, the car included. So, the fact that he remembered my wish and had gone as far as fulfilling it was quite overwhelming.
It was hard pretending that I could stick to being just friends with Kevin. I thought about him a lot, I worried for his health, and I missed him as well.
I needed to get my head straight. I was the one that wanted a new start, so I couldn’t allow myself to get distracted by him.
Joey said she had a plan to help take my mind away from Kevin, but that she would tell me in person when I was done with my shift for the day. I kept pondering what her grand scheme was and just couldn’t wait for my shift to be over.
I drove straight to her apartment from the hospital. I needed an antidote for my feelings for Kevin, as soon as possible.
“Seems you couldn’t wait? Is it that bad?” Joey laughed, opening the door. Can she ever be serious?
“You can’t even begin to imagine,” I replied, strutting to the living room.
She giggled. “Don’t worry, I will fix you up. Trust me.”
Why did that sound like she had something crazy planned out? Anyways, not until we hear it. I caught a whiff of something mouthwatering in the air. I inhaled deeply, letting the aroma saturate my olfactory nerves.
“Joey, did you bake?” I enquired, staring wide-eyed at her.
“No,” she replied, smiling.
I already knew the answer. I dropped my backpack on the couch and headed to her kitchen.No more questions asked.
“Licia, I didn't bake,” she kept insisting, following me into the kitchen.
I turned to her. “Fine, let's say there is a modicum of truth in what you are saying. How then do you explain this aroma, and why are you trying so hard to dissuade me from entering the kitchen?”
Joey didn't respond.
“I thought as much.”
Without arguing further, I pulled out a plate from the rack and helped myself to some cookies Joey had already stored away in the cookie jar. Next, I walked over to the refrigerator. A glass of juice would go well with the yummy-looking oatmeal raisin cookies.
“Licia, you are raiding my kitchen,” Joey submitted helplessly.
I lifted my eyes from my search. “Says someone who practically owns my house. Joey, you don't just raid my kitchen, you raid my life. I have just learned to accept my fate. I think you should as well.”
“So, we are even then.”
“You wish we were.”
“Anyways, I was going to ask if you were hungry, so we could eat together, but you have ruined it already. You were faster than your shadow.”
I laughed at the incredulity of the statement. “That isn’t a problem at all. I know my way to the pot. So, don’t get excited just yet. I don't need an invitation for that.”
She gave up. “You are a bully.”
I clutched my chest in mock shock. “Wow… are you serious? How come I didn’t know that? Thanks for telling me.”
Joey shook her head in amusement. There was no way she was winning me today. I have been knocking off all her points extempore.
