Page 77 of Presuming You


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February 28th, 2020

“Ifinally have a celebritycrush!” Kenzie yelled as soon as I answered her call. “For the first time in monumental history, I have a celebrity crush!”

I rolled my eyes as I zipped and buttoned up my jeans. “I haven’t seen you today. Where in Satan’s name are you?”

She grumbled something incoherent, and then said, “You’re getting off topic.”

I grinned. “Fine, fine. So, who is thiscrushof yours?” I walked over to Gallan’s vanity table and sat in a chair in front of the mirror.

“Tom Hiddleston!” Kenzie almost damaged my eardrum as she yelled the name.

Ohdear…

“Uh…” I sanitized my hands and put the phone on speaker before placing it on the black-marble table in front of me.

“What? What’s the ‘uh’ for?”

“Umm…”

“Zaira!”

I chuckled and grabbed a spare hairbrush that was on the vanity table. “I don’t know what to say to your choice of celebrity, that’s all.”

She made a sound. “But why?”

I sighed and began brushing my hair. “I mean, Tom’s a good-looking and talented guy. And that accent –ohlala… But I’ve never seen him as an attractive person.” I placed the brush on the table and grabbed a tube of cherry Chapstick from my jeans pocket. “I mean, if you have a secret alien fetish or whatever, then I would say he’s the right choice of crush for ya.” I pushed my glasses up my nose when they fell forward.

There was a pause on the other side.

“Hello?” I said. “Ken, you there?”

“Are you on something, Z? Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy?”

I laughed. “You know I don’t do any of that.”

“Then why the hell would you compare my sexy Loki to aliens?!?!?!?!!” she yelled.

“Because he just…looks like an alien to me.” I slipped the Chapstick in my pocket. “His facial structure and eyes are so…alien-y.”

“I’m going to ignore the vile words that just left your mouth.”

I chuckled. “Aww, Ken, I–” I stopped when the trailer door opened and Gallan walked in.

“Zaira? Hello… Still alive and breathing?” Ken said.

I grabbed my phone as I got to my feet, and then turned before walking over to Gallan.

“I’m here,” I told Kenzie. “Gallan just showed up while I was talking, so I got distracted.” I winked at him, and he smiled and shook his head at me.

“Hey, sexy asshole who my best friend is smitten over,” Kenzie sassed, which made Gallan laugh.

“Hey, best friend to my girlfriend who likes men who look like aliens,” he sassed back.

Kenzie gasped. “Tom. Does. NOT. Look. Like. An. Alien!”

I chuckled. “Sure.”