21
Tiff
Now that the bar was closed for half the week, I had more opportunities to see my best friend, which was good because there was a very pressing matter I absolutely needed to tell someone before I imploded.
“I think I want to fuck Sam.”
Audrey spluttered on her coffee, taking a minute to cough and right herself on my couch as she placed her mug down and wiped at her skirt before setting her shocked gaze on me.“Want to try that again when I don’t have a lung full of caffeine?”
I nodded.“Oh, and I’m quitting.But it’s the other thing that’s got me hot and bothered.”
“Okay.Those are two very different topics.How about we start with the job first.”
“I’m quitting.”
“Yes, you said that.When did you decide?”
“For certain?A few days ago.But I’ve pretty much been thinking about it for weeks now.”
“Are you sure?”
“Without a shadow of a doubt.Honestly, I should have done it a while ago, but I got comfortable.”
“That’s not a bad thing.”
“No, I know.But I haven’t been challenged in a while, and now that Sam’s taken all the experimental drinks off the menu, I’m getting bored.Well, bored by the drinks, anyway.”Being around Sam had become anything but boring.
“Okay.This is where you explain to me the other thing.”
“Wanting to fuck Sam,” I said, watching Audrey nod with wide eyes and a shocked grin.
I groaned, “He’s just so … and then, like … Ugh!And he’ll look at me with those beautiful eyes and smile in that sweet crooked way of his, and it’s like fireworks and warm laundry and my mama’s best cooking all at once.”
“Damn.”
“I know.”My head thunked against the back of the couch.What I needed right now was pie.“Hold that thought.I made dessert earlier.Come on.”
“I wondered what smelled so good.”
Skipping over plates in favor of two forks, Audrey and I dug into my Mimi’s family pecan pie recipe (she always made it with an extra shot of bourbon).It was my ultimate comfort food.Even though it was only mama’s side of the family that came from Texas, and I’d been born and raised right here in Illinois, it tasted like memories, family, and home; and I made it as often as I could justify (and sometimes when I couldn’t).
“Are you going to miss the bar?”
“Absolutely, are you kidding?But the idea’s there now, and you know how I get with an idea.”
“Relentless.”
“Exactly.”I groaned in pleasure as the sweet nuttiness of the pie filled my mouth.Cinnamon was the second best thing in my life, next to coffee.
“I wish I could make decisions as easy as you do.Do you ever second guess anything?”
“Not often.How would I know if something was a bad decision if I didn’t take the chance?”
Audrey shook her head, amused.“So, what’s next?”
“Tell Sam, obviously.Then … I’ve been thinking about that video idea Jackson mentioned.”
“Really?Wow.I don’t know much about it, but will you be okay for money in the meantime?”
