“Have you always been such a flirt?” she asked, her voice muffled.
Bryce followed her inside, smirking.
“Only since puberty.”
Beth’s laughter could be heard throughout the loft.
“I’m going to go get ready for work,” she called over her shoulder. She made a detour to the cabinet above the coffee maker, twisting her hair up as she moved. Grabbing the canister from the cabinet, she opened the bag of grounds to inspect the smell again.
She grimaced. “Still smells like cat urine.”
Bryce’s voice came from behind her. “It smells like what?”
“I think the coffee grounds have gone bad, I didn’t know they could, but don’t they smell like old kitty litter?” she said, wrinkling her nose and tipping the container towards him to smell.
Bryce leaned in and sniffed.
“I think it smells like coffee.” Bryce said, watching her carefully with a contemplative look on his face.
“Weird, cause it tastes fine.” Beth said with a shrug, refilling her mug to take with her upstairs.
Once back in her room, Beth grabbed her phone to check the time—only to discover she was now part of a group chat and had quite a few messages to catch up on.
?Lynn:
get ready to say yes to the dress!
ma & k wanna go kidnap—you know who
from you know where—at 9? bryce you’re
the inside man like seriously we need you
inside because weve all heard about your
crazy “front door”... but dont get any ideas
we dont want you to join us—just provide
entry to your swanky loft and… to provide
coffee and cinnamon rolls?
?Bryce Hubs:
Got it Coffee, cinnamon rolls, and illegal
entry. Let me know if you need anything else.?
?Mom:
Sounds like fun. Did you know you have
to make reservations and not just show up??
?Mom:
Also… that wasn’t a very nice way to
