Anyway. Asher catfished a dude, kissed the dude, freaked the dude out, now is stalking him at these ultra-rich events, and no one has called the cops on him?
It was one event, and could I really get arrested for that?
Jack
Doubt it. What was your crime? Staring at a hot guy?
Cal
I think we’re all guilty of that.
Percy
So guilty.
Wren
Guilty.
Ty
Guilty.
Wait, what?
Not touching that, but yeah, I guess I’m guilty too.
And I’m not stalking him. I really just want to make sure he’s okay. Like, I didn’t want to damage him.Besides, I should try once more to convince him how sorry I am.
Michael/Jamie
Sure we’ll go with you “convincing” him and not weirding him out even more.
I, uh, appreciate your honesty?
Jack
Are you going to talk to him this time, or just stare from afar?
Beginning to think Ty’s right. Thanks for the support, assholes.
Goodintentionsneverseemedto last nearly long enough. When I should’ve just left it alone, moved on, I weighed a new chance to see Luke, to apologize before catching him like a deer in headlights against, well,notseeing him, and figured I might as well try.
Another bad idea? I didn’t think so. This next event only required a suit, which I had. With better-fitting clothes, Savannah styling my hair, I was much more confident when I strolled into the conference center with my cousin on one arm and Percy on the other. Yes, the little nag had wormed an invite out of me.
“Wow, this is so pretty,” Percy said as he stared, mouth hanging open.
“Creative Style knows how to throw a party,” Savannah said.
The room was draped in fall themes. Gold, deep red, orange, brown, and dark green sparkled from all corners and across tables. Flowers and fruits in the same colors decorated centerpieces and hung from lamps. Twinkle lights softened the room, and hints of citrus and cinnamon filled the air.
“I kinda love this place,” I muttered.
“So where is this guy?” Percy asked.
“Well, he didn’t greet us at the door, so I dunno.”
Percy smirked. “Then let’s circulate. Make sure he sees you.”
