No, the goal is to be debt free.“I’ve been thinking about it.”
“Just thinking?”
I shrugged as we approached the back aisle that housed all of the cold stuff. I grabbed a couple of pepperoni pizza Lunchables. “I’ve got other things I’m working on, but I’m hoping to further my education once it’s all said and done.”
Please don’t ask more. Please don’t ask more. Please don’t ask?—
“Well, it was nice seeing you out in the wild,” he said as he parted ways with me, walking toward the cash registers. “I hope you have a nice, lazy weekend like you deserve.”
Why did it feel so weird to watch him walk off? “Trust me, I plan on rotting around with snacks, video games, and my favorite television show.”
I heard his chuckle, even as he disappeared down the toiletry aisle. “You’ve earned it. Enjoy your weekend, Jasmine.”
“You, too..Ghost”
I wanted to call out his name, but he never gave it to me. I wondered if most people called him Ghost. Did he enjoy people calling him that?
Why the hell was I so obsessed with the man?
“Get it together,” I muttered to myself.
It didn’t take me long to wrap up my shopping. Basically, once my arm got sore from hauling around the basket, I took it up to the register. Sixty bucks for some junk food almost made me not swipe my card. I could be sixty bucks down on the credit card debt my father racked up in my name when I turned eighteen.
Alcoholism could suck my dick.
“Ma’am?” the cashier asked. “You can tap your card now.”
Her voice jolted me out of my trance. “Oh, yes. Sorry.”
“No problem.”
I tapped my card, and just like that, my wallet was sixty dollars lighter. I gathered my bags and carried them out, thanking the cashier with a smile. I just couldn’t think about it. That was it. I did the best that I could to better myself and my credit score, and sixty dollars wasn’t going to make a big difference either way. However, when I got out to my car in the parking lot and cranked it up, only for it to click on me, I realized that I was in trouble.
“No, no, no, no, no,” I muttered as I took out the keys and jammed them back in.
I turned the ignition.
Clickclickclickclickclick.
“Oh, come on!” I exclaimed as I slammed my hands against my steering wheel.
I sighed heavily as I leaned my forehead onto it. Sixty bucks. I just spent sixty bucks, and now I’d have to shell out for a new battery. And that was after towing fees. I readied myself totake that receipt right back into the grocery store when I heard an engine strike up in the distance. My God, I hated how loud motorcycles were, especially with assholes buzzing around at two, three o’clock in the fucking morning.
Only for someone to knock at my window.
I gasped as I whipped my head toward the sound, wondering what in the world was going on.
Until I saw that mask.
Those eyes.
That sparkle.
Sitting on top of the loud as hell bike I just heard.
He rides a motorcycle?
He pointed downward, signaling for me to roll down my window, so I did. I grabbed the crank and turned it, the glass wobbling in a way that made me nervous as the window dropped about halfway.
