If Trevor notices my staring, he doesn’t comment on it. But his fingers slow for a second before resuming their rhythm.
How much of the guy is covered in ink? Not his face, clearly, but I can’t see anywhere else. His arms? His chest? His ass, maybe?
Not that it matters. Atall.
Chiding myself for losing focus, I grab my latte, only to rememberafterI’ve taken a sip that it’s fucking decaf.
My noise of frustration has Trevor glancing over at me. “Don’t like coffee?”
“I don’t like decaf coffee,” I clarify, pushing the drink far, far away.
“Why’d you order it, then?”
I stare at him. “Ididn’torder it. They made the wrong drink.”
Trevor looks from the latte back to me, his expression blank. “Why not ask them to remake it?”
I take in a slow, slow breath, asking the world to grant me an ounce of patience. “What a thought,” I deadpan. “Hadn’t even crossed my mind.”
I can feel Trevor looking at the side of my head as I try to get lost in the pages in front of me. Much to my continued annoyance, I can’t get my brain into gear. Tossing my highlighter down, I grab my phone and open up my recent group text.
Me: Is there something going on today I’m unaware of? Some planet in retrograde or, like, a Friday the 13th sort of thing?
I’m not expecting a response from Todd this early. He’s certainly still fast asleep. But my other best friend, the third piece of our trio, answers quickly.
Lumi: It’s not Friday, babe. Or the 13th. And you don’t believe in astrology.
I grumble under my breath.
Me: Well, this day is fucked. I can tell you that.
Lumi: Jello shooters tonight?
Another ping comes through quickly, and my eyebrow pops up.
Todd: Fuck yes. Watermelon, please.
Leave it to Todd to wake from a dead sleep for jello shooters.
Me: It’s not even seven in the morning, you guys. And can we please focus on my problem?
There’s a long pause.
Lumi: It’s a perfectly normal day according to everything I can find. Must just be you.
Well isn’t that reassuring.
Me: Todd?
No answer.
Me: Tell me you didn’t fall back asleep, Todd. I’m in peril here!
Lumi: He’s definitely asleep.
Letting out a mighty groan, I reach for my latte. Only to remember, once again, that it’s a useless brew. I’m about to chuck it into the trash can nearby when Trevor, my companion whom I almost forgot about, plucks it from my grip. “What are you…”
To my shock, Trevor brings the cup to his mouth and takes a sip.
