“Nice to meet you.” I grin, despite being completely fucking confused about why we might need to throw coins at people. I stick both hands in my pockets and rock back and forth on my heels, waiting to see Blesk.
Elise guards the door.
A few seconds later, a vision in red steps out from behind her. Blesk smiles at me from under a little black side beanie, and my heart stops. Everything about her says she’s unique: the way she holds herself, the way she dresses, the way she tries and doesn’t at the same time. She has a natural, classy kind of elegance—like a duchess.
Her blonde hair is swept to the side, dangling down her torso and splaying over her chest. She twists from side to side, the hem of her red dress kissing her knees, making her look too sweet to be real. Even if I designed my dream girl, Blesk would be superior in every possible way. My dream girl… That pulls something in my chest that I… I can’t remember. She looks too good for the museum.
Elise stares at me while I stare at Blesk, who is eyeing me from head to shoe.
Is she checking me out?
“Blesk is my new best friend, Konnor,” Elise says, narrowing her eyes. “If you hurt her, I will beat you over the head with your own leg.”
I choke on a laugh.
Didn’t expect that.
Fair enough, really.
“Which leg?” I chuckle. “Because I have a favourite.”
She peers down at my legs, pretending to take my question seriously. “Your right one.” She points and smiles. “You favour it.”
“I do.”
“I can tell.”
We all laugh.
Blesk seems different tonight. Comfortable. Confident. I’m in awe of the expression brightening her face.
Is that because of Elise?
“Elise.” I smile at Blesk’s new best friend. “Would you like to join us?”
Elise’s eyes widen.
“Oh, yes!” Blesk blurts out, knocking Elise with her elbow. “It’ll be fun.”
Elise glances down at herself. “I just have jeans on.”
“You don’t need anything special for where we’re going, but if you need a few moments, I can wait.” I turn to Blesk and act like a complete moron again by saying, “I’m a pretty patient guy. I’d wait all night for her.”
Are you even still a man, Konnor?
Blesk is blushing.
Elise turns to look at her. “I’m not sure whether to say, ‘Aww’ or throw up.”
I admit, “I wouldn’t be offended either way.”
“That’s really corny, Konnor.” Blesk giggles.
I grin. “So I’ve been told.”
My hands are shaking.
I try to hide this by stuffing them into my pockets as we walk to the museum. Alcohol, you’re a bitch for company and a cunt in absence, too.
