I’m at the bookstore. Doing stock take.
On a Friday night?
Damn, Greer, you really know how to party.
Lilah
Its extra hours. And it’s easy.
Plus, I like it here
I pause at that.
Because that’s… kind of nice. It’s not the kind of answer most people would give. Most people would complain about having to work late. Which is probably why I send the next text without thinking.
Which bookstore is it?
Send me the address
Lilah
Why?
Party’s boring. I wanna help you
Be a knight
Lilah
…You want to help. At a bookstore.
Yeah. Why not?
Lilah
You don’t even read.
Wait, do you?
I grin.
I can lift heavy things. Move boxes. Look hot while doing it.
It’ll be fun I promise
Lilah
I don’t need some drunk guy showing up to bother me.
I’m stone cold sober, Mittens. Please let me help out. I am so bored.
Lilah
Fine.
A second later, my phone buzzes again with the bookstore’s address.
I push off the bar, already heading toward the door. And yeah, okay. Maybe this wasn’t how I expected my night to go. But, this feels like one of my best plans.
