“What the hell does she want?” Madison demanded.
Quinn didn’t much want to reread the messages. Instead, she swiped to open them and handed the phone to Madison. Her friend’s eyes scanned the screen obviously taking the messages in.
Rory: Hey, I saw on Instagram that you’re opening a new bar. That’s exciting.
I miss you. We need to catch up soon.
“What the literal fuck?” Madison asked.
“I don’t know. I’m just as surprised as you are,” Quinn answered.
“Just delete it. There’s no reason to ever invite that woman back into your life again,” Madison scoffed.
Her friend was being supportive, and Quinn loved Madison for it. A part of her was still curious about what Rory would even have to say. Madison was ultimately right. What difference did it make what Rory had to say? There was noerasing their past with a quick text exchange. Quinn followed Madison’s advice and deleted the messages.
“Out of sight, out of mind,” Quinn attempted to tease. Her words fell flat. Madison wrapped her arm around Quinn again.
“This is a huge day for you. Don’t let a few texts from your ex get you down,” Madison offered.
“Sound advice,” Quinn admitted.
“I only ever give sound advice,” Madison teased.
“I wouldn’t let it go to your head or anything,” Quinn laughed, and Madison swatted her arm.
“You really fucking did it,” Madison said, there was a hint of pride in her voice.
“I had plenty of help.” Quinn met Madison’s eyes and smiled.
“Well, let’s not get emotional.”
Quinn could always count on Madison to douse whatever sentimental fire she tried to start.
“Where is Autumn anyway?” Madison asked.
“She’ll be here after we open.”
“I would have thought she’d come get pictures before opening.”
“She got some last night,” Quinn offered.
In truth, Quinn had almost asked Autumn out last night. They could have come to opening night as dates. But she wanted to give Autumn the chance to enjoy the experience as a professional success instead of a relational one.
“Oh, did she now?”
“Nothing happened,” Quinn insisted.
“I thought you promised to ask her out.”
“I did. And I will. But she worked hard, and I want her to be able to mark this down as a professional success first.”
“You’re a good egg, Quinn,” Madison insisted.
“I hate eggs,” Quinn grimaced.
“Fine. Then you’re a good waffle,” Madison laughed.
“Much better,” Quinn shot her friend a wink.
