I was curious what all had happened to him that led him to needing something good, but I suppose that was a mystery that was yet to be unraveled. As for myself, I couldn’t believe that had actually happened; I hadn’t given my number to a customer since I was in college.
But hey, I only had two more months here. What was wrong with a little fun first? What was wrong with seeing what happened with a guy I’d had a certain affection for, even back at Brewskis?
As long as I walked near and not into a biker’s life, then I figured I’d stay above the fray and the danger—most especially since I was far, far away from the Fallen Saints.
Only two other people came in for the rest of my shift. They made casual conversation, and one of the older ones tried to make a few jokes to me, but none had the courage or directness that Phoenix had.Maybe they just need to have shitty days too.
When closing time came, I checked my phone. I had one new text.
“It’s me :-) don’t get too distracted trying to work while reading this.”
I laughed.
It was just a shame that no matter what, I wouldn’t be laughing with him two months from now.
