That was enough to make promising last the whole day, but then we had a quickie in the shower.
So, yeah, that made the start of the day super promising.
He brought me coffee while I got ready for work, and it seemed this was going to be our thing, and I liked that thing very much, thank you.
I went to work.
Gabe went to the gym.
Once at work, things were normal.
No parents ambushed me.
Ariana didn’t show out of the blue demanding a girl fight to win Gabe (and no, I wasn’t dissing girl fights, but I figured she’d fight like a girl).
Tex didn’t seem any grumpier about anything.
Tito was his usual present, but silent.
Raye shared we were having our chat with Titus because she figured he’d know the players, and he’d give us some insights into how to plan tomorrow night. And since she was right about that, and I’d never turn down the opportunity to hang with Titus, I told her that was a great idea, and I was all in.
So…
Yeah.
It was all good.
Okay, so it was boring, and I jotted on my mental to-do list to think later about the prick of discontent I felt that there was no drama.
But still, it was good.
Until, unbeknownst to me, seeing as I was in the restaurant, and this happened in the coffee cubby, workmen showed, and I only knew they did when they were gone, Tito wandered to the coffee cubby, and Tex bellowed, “Willow!”
The lunch rush was almost over, but all the girls were in (save Gemma and Joey), and such was that bellow, we all wandered to the coffee cubby to see what was up.
I sensed we all did this with low hums of excitement because the day had been normal (and boring) so far.
Really, even thinking on it only a little bit, it wasn’t a surprise we were Angels.
But it was only me who looked through the still-healthy line in front of the coffee cubby to the west window, so it was at first only me who gasped.
The other girls’ gasps came after mine.
And then I was about to lose it.
Entirely.
Because in the window was a big decal of a cute, illustrated girl with pink hair, blushing cheeks, happy crescents for eyes, wearing a chef’s hat with a pretty little green flower on it. She was holding a piping bag.
And under her in a pretty but fun font, it said, Willow’s Good Stuff.
It was my logo, enlarged, backwards from where I stood, but my logo.
In order not to collapse into sobs at witnessing that magnificence, I put my hands over my nose and mouth and pressed hard.
“I’m gonna take that as you approve,” Tex remarked.
I didn’t remove my hands from my face as I looked to him and nodded.
