Christy
I walk into work the next day and am instantly bombarded by Roxie, one of our other hairstylists at the salon, when I enter our back room area.
“Did I see Nolan on TV last night?”
I chuckle under my breath. “That you did.”
“And wasn’t it during an interview with the family of one of the players?” she asks in a sneaky tone, like she’s waiting for me to spill the beans on what’s going on, making it hard for me not to laugh. “A player who looked very much like a guy who had come in here the other day, leaving with a Terrors hat on. Hmm …”
Thehmmgets me, and I laugh out loud. “Yes. Evan Parker was a client of mine the other day, and he invited us to the game.”
I continue to put my stuff away. When I turn to face her, she’s standing there with her arms crossed, waiting for me to tell her more as she raises her eyebrows in awellfashion.
“What?”
“A brand-new client of yours invites you to sit with his family on opening day? There’s more to this story, and I’m dying to hear it.”
“His sister is who set up the appointment for him. We hit it off over the phone, so he invited me to sit with her.”
“His sister?” She squints her eyes in confusion.
I wrap my apron around me, replying nonchalantly, “I guess he’s moved a lot, and she does hair, too, so she helped him find a new place since it looks like he’s staying here for a while.”
“How did she find you?”
“She said she was looking up salons, then found me on Instagram.”
“You mean, she was looking for someone to hook him up with. A little matchmaking maybe?”
I don’t know why, but that thought didn’t cross my mind until right this second, so I drop my head to my chest with a giggle.
“I’m right, aren’t I?”
I take a deep inhale and raise my head to look at her. “You’re totally right. That has to be exactly what she was doing. We talked for way longer than it should take to schedule an appointment. She said his life was crazy busy and the only thing constant was his haircut, so she literally scheduled out his next five months with me, never telling me he was a ballplayer though. Then, at the game, all she wanted to know about was us.”
She leans down, putting her elbows on the table. “So, you’re saying there’s anus?”
I feel my face flush. “Maybe …”
“Girlfriend!” She stands and rushes to my side to give me a hug. “He is fine!”
I laugh and hug her back. “I don’t want to get ahead of myself. I haven’t dated since Nolan’s dad.”
“But obviously, he knows about Nolan. And”—she pulls her phone from her pocket and swipes on Instagram, then searches for my page and flips it around to show me—“your page is full of pictures of Nolan. She knew you were a single mom and chose you. That says something about this guy that only she knew.”
My heart melts at the thought. “She was a single mom with two little boys. She is remarried now, and Evan says her husband is a great guy.”
“And she thinks Evan could be your great guy,” she says, her shoulders sagging in sweetness at the thought of Samantha picking me on purpose for that reason.
“No, stop.” I wave my hands in front of my face. “I can’t go there. I can’t get all excited when I have no idea where this is leading.”
“It’s leading somewhere though. Just enjoy the ride. In the words of Bebe Rexha, ‘If it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be. Baby, just let it be,’” she sings the tune as she walks away. “I’m happy for you, sweetie!”
“Thank you,” I respond, trying to rid my thoughts of what could be and go back to starting my day.
All day, I thought about Evan. I wanted to talk about him to all my clients, but I didn’t. I don’t want to tell people how excited I am to have met this guy until I know for sure that we’re going somewhere.
Knowing he was playing this afternoon made my day go a little better; otherwise, I would have been tempted to check my phone every twenty minutes to see if he called. I did catch myself checking the score of the game a few times too many though.
