Out front, the place is nearly deserted, so I sit at the bar and look around. “Now this place could use a redesign.” I tap my chin with my index finger. “I wonder….”
“You wonder what?”
I didn’t hear him approach, his voice making me jump in my seat. The man is a ninja. “Would you let me use Cy’s for my project?”
He looks at me, silent. “It’s just pretend, yeah? I’ve got enough on my plate with my house.”
“Sure. It’s pretend.” I nod. That is until I can convince him to do a few very low-cost changes. The more I can convince him to do, the better my grade will be.
Luke arches his left brow. “I mean it. I’m not changing anything.”
“What if I can get your kitchen space working better?” I know I can do that much.
“I’m not committing to anything.”
I want to roll my eyes and say “Duh,” but I keep my mouth shut. “It’s just a design. No worries.”
“Fine. Yeah.” He sighs, setting my burger down in front of me.
Clapping my hands, I reach out and hug him around the waist. “Yay! I’m so excited.”
“Yay,” Luke echoes, but it doesn’t sound convincing. At. All.
I’ll show him how cool it could be in here. I have to.
As I bite into my lunch, I hear him quietly say, “Why do I have the feeling I’m going to regret this?”
I think there’s more to those words. He didn’t just mean my interior design project, which saddens me, but then again, I’m not the kind of person to give up easily. On anything.
