I like that she doesn’t flirt. Her chats are easy.
CoffeeGuy789:Going with my first instinct. How do you take your coffee?
Omega219:Brown sugar latte. Best one is at Nayda’s Café.
CoffeeGuy789:That’s not coffee. That’s sugar disguised as coffee.
The typing bubble pops up immediately.
Omega219:Coffee snob much?
I smirk.
CoffeeGuy789:Guilty. But my way’s better.
CoffeeGuy789:Black. No sugar.
Omega219:I expected nothing less.
I get the feeling she's smiling. It makes me smile.
CoffeeGuy789:Builds character.
Omega219:So does joy.
I chuckle. The guy at the other desk looks over.
“Text from my packmate,” I say.
He nods and goes back to his screen.
No one knows about Riverside Elite Heat Clinic. And they won’t ever. This isn’t about heat or sex.
It’s math. Temporary. A way to earn some money while my shoulder heals well enough to get back on the truck.
That’s all.
CoffeeGuy789:Brown sugar brings you joy?
Omega219:Don’t judge my coping mechanisms.
CoffeeGuy789:That’s fair.
Omega219:You mentioned a pack yesterday.
I glance toward the bay. Empty. The engine is out on a call.
CoffeeGuy789:Yeah.
Omega219:What’s that like?
I picture Silas and Graham.
CoffeeGuy789:Someone’s always around.
Omega219:That sounds nice.
It is, actually.
