"No one said we were getting pizza, Millie," Alex said boredly. "Say hi to Javier."
"Hi," Millie said, still frowning. "Sorry, thought you had pizza."
"I would've gotten you pizza if I had known," Javi said with sympathy.
Killian sighed. "I'll get the girl some pizza."
Killian grabbed his phone to call the pizza place while Alex and Javier greeted each other. Javi said something to me, but I didn't catch it. My attention was not focused on his words, no. They were focused on his body.
Javi was wearing a black muscle shirt and basketball shorts. His hair clung to his forehead, damp and messy. His caramel skin was glistening from what I assumed to be sweat because he was dressed as if he had just come from the gym. Fine was not enough to describe how attractive he looked standing idly before me.
How in the world had I not seen it before?
Ignoring whatever it was that Javier had said to me before, I asked, "Since when do you work out?"
"Since when do you pay attention to what I do in my free time?" he challenged with a sharp nod.
"I feel like if you did work out then I would've known it by now."
"Can't stay this fine without putting in the work, Baby Richardson."
I rolled my eyes at his arrogant remark and the use of the stupid nickname. He found my irritation amusing. He always found it amusing.
Seeing the annoyance behind my eyes, he threw his hands up in defense. "Sorry, I’ll quit with the ‘Baby Richardson’ crap. To answer your question, I don't work out regularly. Only when I feel like it."
I was imagining him taking the tank top off and showing me his abs while I admired his biceps. I couldn’t help the small smirk that began to form as I daydreamed.
Javier cleared his throat and pulled me out of my imagination. " I can’t stay long. Where’s my jacket?”
Alex and Killian shared a nervous look while Millie giggled. She knew that the jacket was not there and luckily had enough knowledge to know that now was not the time to tell the truth. I was beginning to understand that Millie was always listening, especially when we thought that she wasn’t.
Killian was still on the phone with the pizza place, so he didn't have to explain the situation with the jacket. Alex laughed sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, about that..."
His eyes met mine for me to continue. I couldn't come up with a lie, so I opted for the vague truth. "It's not here."
Javier paused. "But Alex said it was."
"Yes, Alex said that."
"So…” Javi drawled. "He lied?"
"No," I lied.
“Then, where is it?”
I shrugged. “Why would I know?”
“What?” Javier paused. "You’re confusing me."
Killian pulled the phone away from his ear and covered the speaker to chime in. "He's confusing himself."
Alex had him come all the way over here for absolutely no reason. I hoped Javier would drop the situation altogether to avoid us having to explain that. If I could confuse him enough, then maybe he would give up.
"So, no one found my jacket. Right?" Javier spoke carefully.
"I'm sorry." Alex gave him a pat on the shoulder. "You can have some pizza when it gets here, if you want."
"I would, but I can’t. I only came for the jacket.”
