Um… okay?
Yes, okay.
Okay!
“I can do this,” I remind myself, texting back and suggesting the Mexican place Tobin and Jed took me to a few weeks ago. It was super delicious and had a nice vibe.
Sutton (from the bar): Perfect. I’ll see you there at seven. Looking forward to it.
I read his text, letting out a shaky laugh while hearting the message.
Am I looking forward to it?
I really don’t know.
This is my first date since Atlas died, and I’m freaking terrified!
But I have to do this.
I can’t stay on the sidelines watching everyone else get on with their lives. I made a big change by coming to Nolan, and it’s time to make another one and go out on a date.
“I can do this,” I say yet again, finally stepping away from my bedroom door and inhaling a full breath. “I can do this.”
CHAPTER 6
TYRELL
“I can’t do this!” the girl in front of me wails.
“Would you calm down?” her friend mutters. “It’s a coffee order. For fuck’s sake, girl, pull yourself together.”
“How am I supposed to decide between a mocha latte and a frappé? They both sound like exactly what I need.”
“Then get both.” Her friend is on her phone and barely paying attention now.
“And turn into some hyper, jittery mess?” the girls squeaks. “You are no help at all.”
With a huff, the girl in front of me slips her phone away and turns to eyeball her friend. “It’s a coffee order. You should never be this stressed over something so simple. Flip a coin or something. It’s not that hard.”
With a whimpering sigh, the girl’s shoulders deflate, and she stares up at the order board with an exaggerated pout.
Clearing my throat, I give away the fact that I was listening in and softly tell her, “The mocha lattes here are really good. That’s what I’d go for.”
Spinning with a little gasp, she looks up at me, her surprise morphing into a flirtatious smile.
Oh shit. I should have kept my mouth shut.
“Well, thank you.” She brushes her teeth over her bottom lip.
I reply with a polite smile. “You’re welcome.”
“I’m totally gonna get that now.” She places her index finger on my arm. “Because you said I should.”
“Okay.” I nod, tucking my hand into my pocket so it’s out of reach of her long fingernails. Those things are like talons. And they’re painted red too, so it looks like she’s gone on some killing spree and clawed up a bunch of bad guys.
“You’re really sweet, you know that?”
“Aw… nah, I’m just trying to be helpful.”
