The next morning, Rose has Edward training in the café portion of our shop. I feel off, wrong somehow, and eventually I realize I've gotten used to having him there.
By the time my break rolls around, I need to see him. I head into the café, my smile automatic at the sight of bronze hair.
He's helping a customer, so I go to fix my coffee. I'm just within earshot when I realize it's not a customer.
Or at least… not only a customer.
"Dude," his friend says, "you sure didn't waste any time finding a piece of ass."
Sunday, March 13, 2011
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