The crooked smile was back. “Cool.” He crossed his fingers and left withoutanotherword.
Morgan looked down at her phone. Her break was already over. How could that disastrous interview have taken the entire fifteen minutes? Maybe Lacey was right when she said Morgan wouldn't be able to balanceitall.
Not that she could back out now. She had clients, not to mention the big gift card that Conrad wanted sobadly.
When Morgan walked back behind the front desk of the coffee shop, she found her co-worker Harmony leaning against the counter, her head propped in her hand. She was staring at the door Conrad had just exited. She let out a long sigh as she stood up and facedMorgan.
“That boy sure wasyummy.”
Morgan chuckled. “Yep, but he's as dense as adoorstop.”
“The cute ones always are.” Harmony shook her head. “I wonder why that is? Maybe it's the same idea as the dumbblonde?”
“Hey!” Morgan punched Harmony in the arm. She then pointed to her hair, which was pulled back in a low ponytail. “I’mblonde.”
A slow grin stretched across Harmony's face. “Exactly,” she said before running a few steps away from Morgan, just out a reach for a secondattack.
But Morgan didn't chase her. “What if I am an idiot? This whole Date Maker idea seems pretty stupidrightnow.”
“Girl.” Harmony lifted her hands. “You are one of the smartest people I know. You make dean's list every semester, work here, and are juggling this new business. There's no way you're anidiot.”
Morgan leaned her hip against the counter, careful not to knock over the painstakingly crafted cappuccino that sat untouched next to her. “I need more clients. Good ones. Not just the kind that wants freecoffee.”
Harmony lifted her eyebrows. “Then maybe you shouldn't haveusedthat.”
“It was Lacey's idea, and honestly, I'm still not sure it was a bad one. I have three times the clients I did a week ago, and I have an inbox filled with more people wanting to find love with the DateMaker.”
“Or free coffee,” Harmonyadded.
“Well, yeah, that too.” Morgan closed her eyes, trying to regain composure when she heard the front door of the coffee shop open. She'd agreed to run the register that morning and let Harmony make all the drinks. Harmony was a great barista but hated the human aspect of working at acoffeeshop.
“Good morning,” she said in a chippervoice.
“Hey,” the guy who had just walked through the door answered. His face scrunched up, making his bright green eyes harder to see, as he looked at Morgan. “This is going to sound ridiculous, but do Iknowyou?”
Morgan had never seen the guy, not even at the coffee shop. He looked to be college-age, but Florida Southern wasn't the only school in Lakeland. “I don'tthinkso.”
He snapped his fingers quickly several times. “I know how I know you. You're that girl who sets people up.” The way he said it made it seem like the whole thing wasajoke.
Morgan struggled to keep a bright smile on her face, despite this being the first time she'd ever felt embarrassed about her venture. “That'sme.”
“And you're offering a gift card to this place forsigningup.”
“A chance to win one,” sheclarified.
The guy standing before her set his hands on the counter. “How do Isignup?”
“What?” The question caught her offguard.
He shrugged. “I’m single, and I like coffee. It seems like a match made inheaven.”
Morgan wasn't so sure she wanted this guy in the directory. She narrowed her eyes, also setting her hands on the counter. “How do I know you're not just looking to hook up? That's not the kind of serviceIrun.”
He laughed, a deep and pleasant sound. Then he waved his hand at himself and spoke, ruining the entire illusion. “Do you see this? If I want something meaningless, I cangetit.”
“Ew.”
He shrugged unapologetically. “Just calling it like I see it. But even someone as incredibly attractive as myself likes the idea ofsettlingdown.”
