“Okay, well, the bigger question is, what did you suggest? Your whole future relationship with McHottie depends on this suggestion.” I sat on the edge of my seat. I was living for this developing relationship. I felt like I had just as much invested as Vic did.
“Well, I didn’t want to suggest something too far out of his normal. Gotta ease the guy into the fancy stuff, you know? So, I made him a vanilla americano.”
I grinned. That was a good choice, still, espresso with just a touch of flavor. Perfect for someone who doesn’t drink fancy coffee, but wants to branch out.
“Great choice. So, what did he say?”
“He took a sip, let out a delicious groan that just about brought me to my knees, before dropping my tip on the counter and walking out.”
I couldn’t hold back the squeal that I let out. Nan always said the way to a man’s heart was through his belly, and Victor was already on the right track with McHottie. “Did you finally get his name this time?” I questioned.
“Ugh, no! I know everyone in this town, but this one seems to keep escaping my prying. I will score his name one day, but I’m willing to be patient.” I gave him a knowing look. In the short time I’d known Vic, I’d learned that patience isn’t his strong suit.
“Anyway, I gotta get back to work. I’ve got a few hours left before I can retreat home. Plan on hanging out?” he asked, standing and picking up his empty cup.
“Yeah, I’ve downloaded a new book on my Kindle, so I’m going to sit here and enjoy reading for a few hours before I go home.”
“Oh? What are we reading this time?”
Blushing, I thought about the book I found today. Victor and I also had something in common: we were both Littles. “I’m still playing catch-up on Piper Strickland’sDaddies Inkseries, so of course I had to downloadBash.”
“Ah! I downloaded that one too! I haven’t started it yet, though, so no spoilers, ma’am!”
“Deal! Now shoo, before your boss comes over here and fusses at us again.” Giving Victor a finger wave, I pulled my Kindle out and opened up the book, diving in.
I glancedup as a paper to-go cup floated above my head. Victor stood in front of me with his cup of coffee in hand and his bag on his shoulders, ready to leave. Oops, I hadn’t meant to stay this long, but the book was so distracting!
After putting my Kindle into my bag, I reached for the steaming cup of coffee. He offered, so I took it and was pulled from the bean bag that held me hostage. Laughing, I threw my bag over my shoulder and slipped my arm into his before following him out the door.
I bit back a giggle, thinking about the picture we painted. Victor and I couldn’t be any more different on the outside. Where I was in my purple sparkly Vans, cut-off jeans, and band tee, Victor was dressed head to toe in black. ACDC band tee, black ripped skinny jeans, and Converse high-tops—he was the black cloud to my rainbow. I loved that we were opposites of each other, an unlikely pairing.
“So, I told you about McHottie, but didn’t get a chance to ask you if anything interesting happened today to you.”
“I’VE GOT AN INTERVIEW ON MONDAY!” I shouted!
“Shhhh, girl, you’re going to wake the dead,” he said, a blush blooming across my face as I looked around to see if anyone heard my outburst. “That’s amazing, babe! Where’s the interview?”
“Shadow Force Tactical. I’m meeting with a man named Beau, apparently he owns the place.”
“Oooooooo, yes ma’am. I know exactly who that is. Dare I say, that is another fine piece of pie? Beau grew up here just like I did. I want to say he was a year or two ahead of me in school, but I remember that delicious man from the photos scattered along the high school walls. He was the quarterback who led us to championships three years in a row.” My mind raced, trying to picture the man that he was describing. “If I remember correctly, he enlisted in the military right out of high school. I don’t know what he did, but it was top secret.”
Great, my boss was going to be some uptight former soldier who probably wouldn’t know fun if it smacked him in the face. That was going to make for a horrible work environment, but I was determined to think positively.
“Well, I’m excited either way. I’m not sure exactly what the position is for. He said we would talk about it all on Monday during the interview. I emailed him back before I came to the coffee shop.”
“We really need to work on getting you a phone, girlfriend. Emailing people is such an old person thing to do.”
Letting out a giggle, I couldn’t help but agree. A cell phone was a work in progress. I’d had one before, but when I ended up in the hospital and lost my job, I cut out the unnecessary expenses. At least the ones I could survive without. I should have gotten rid of my KU subscription as well, but I couldn’t bringmyself to cut off the one thing that kept me sane during all those lonely, dark nights.
“Do you know what you are going to wear yet?” Victor asked, interrupting the nasty thoughts that had begun to creep in.
“I have no idea. I have some options in my closet that might work, though!” I said after a moment, thinking about what my closet had in it. It wasn’t like I had a whole bunch of things to choose from, but I was sure there was something in there that I could make work.
My wardrobe consisted of everything girly and sparkly, and while I loved that, I didn’t think it would be a good idea to wear something like that to a job interview. “I was going to spend the weekend planning out my outfit as well as trying to figure out my hair washing days.”
Anyone with curly hair like mine will tell you that it’s a whole process when it comes to planning hair washing to line up with activities that they might have.
“Care for some company? I have a pretty decent fashion sense, I mean, have you looked at what I’m wearing today?” I let out another giggle because I had seen what he was wearing. “No one in their right mind would say that you are lacking in the fashion department, Vic.”
