Page 45 of Wanna Bet?

"What?" Jace stuffed his phone in his pocket. Real smooth.

"Nothing." The grin spreading across Ellis's face suggested otherwise. "I mean, you smiled at your phone."

"No I didn't."

"You did."

"Okay, so? I saw a meme." Jace shrugged, not entirely sure why he was getting so defensive.

Myah was hot and funny, and in all honesty would get along great with El. So why was he so hesitant?

Ellis pointed at him. "You have a crush."

Jace immediately regretted coming into work.

Issaky emerged from the back room carrying a box. "Who has a crush?"

"Jace." Ellis smiled.

"I don't have a crush."

Both men looked unconvinced.

"What's her name?" Issaky asked.

Jace returned his attention to the records. "I'm not having this conversation."

"Oh my God," Ellis whispered. "It's the coffee girl."

"It's absolutely the coffee girl. I love our store, but no one comes here three times a week." Issaky smirked, hitting buttons on the register.

Jace considered throwing a record at both of them, instead, he texted Myah back.

Jace:

Game night tonight.

He hesitated, then added:

Jace:

Want to come?

The message sat there for a minute. Delivered. His stomach immediately felt weird. He wasn't usually the kind of person who invited people into his routines. Especially not people he cared about. But he wanted her there. He wanted to see how she'd fit into a space that mattered to him. Wanted Ellis and Issaky to meet her. Wanted—His phone buzzed.

Myah:

Is this a pity invite because of the pigeon?

A smile pulled at his mouth.

Jace:

No.

Myah:

Then yes.