FFS!
I didn’t have the patience for this. Not now.
But yesterday did happen, and by damn, she couldn’t pretend it didn’t.
“We’re gonna figure this out, Dream,” I told her.
“Is that a threat?” she asked.
“If you wanna take it that way,” I said breezily. “But strap in. You showed me what we could have yesterday, and it meant everything to me.”
She wasn’t so good with the attitude I didn’t see her eye twitch when I said that last.
Thus, I kept at her.
“I don’t have it in me right now to go a round with you, and you have to get to work. But this isn’t over.”
She said nothing.
I held her gaze.
She still said nothing.
I continued to hold her gaze.
She then said something. “Are you leaving, or what?”
Argh!
I stomped to my bag. I then stomped to the door.
At the door, I called to the empty living room (my sister had disappeared), “Thanks again! Later!”
No reply.
Whatever.
I kept stomping, this time to my car.
Fortunately, it was Saturday, so I didn’t have to go to work.
And it was a little out of the way, but my day yesterday, and my morning this morning screamed I deserved it. Therefore, before heading home and invariably to an Angel Interrogation, I sidetracked to JL Patisserie and found my luck had changed.
They had their famous pistachio-chocolate croissant in the case.
I got that and a dirty chai to go, and to fortify myself for what was sure to come, ate it greedily (and sloppily, they didn’t skimp on the fillings) on the way home.
I was parked, had shoved the electric juicer into my car, and was headed to the complex gate when my luck changed again, and an unexpected trauma reared its ridiculously pretty head.
Cheyenne angled out of her car in one of the visitor’s spots and hoofed it so she was right in the way of me getting to the gate to the Oasis Square courtyard.
For God’s sake…
Why me?
Why?
I halted and started, “Listen?—”
