Chapter Two
The coffee shop was mostly empty when Christy, carefully eyeing Heather as she made her way to the counter, placed her order. The guy was indeed the guy in the picture, and he was still hot. Ugh. It just figured!
Christy ordered a scone and a coffee, figuring she might as well stifle her envy in starchy sweets and a full-fat caramel latter. She took her phone out and brought up the app. Her luck really did suck it seemed because the first guy to pop up on her screen was at least ten years her senior, and she’d dated him before. He wasn’t bad, just a little selfish in bed, but a lot of guys were.
She flicked her gaze up from the phone and toward her friend and the date. Her forehead crinkled. Heather looked really nervous and upset, and the guy looked—Christy’s brows drew together. He looked pained. There was no other way to say it. Just then he burped, long and loudly, and Christy, sitting a little way back from them, felt her nose wrinkle and her body tense. What the hell? Had he been eating fire or something? Gross! That smell was beyond pungent; she could practically see a funky cloud forming around his face, which wasn’t looking so handsome after she knew what could come out of it!
Heather seemed okay; her face hadn’t been eaten away like acid, shockingly enough. Christy pretended to not be watching them, playing with her phone and considering taking a swipe to the left on the guy she’d met before, peeking at Heather and the guy more than at her phone just in case Heather needed some help.
Christy’s phone beeped, and she looked down to see a really cute guy on her app. Well, hello, she thought as she perused his profile. The sound of a chair scraping back and Heather’s voice rising in anger caught her attention. Christy looked up and saw Heather running for the door!
Before she knew it, she and Heather were both in the alley, trying to outrun the guy with the hot face and body, but apparently a bad case of heartburn, was coming right after them.
Then things got really crazy.
