Lollipop and promises
s without h
ze lands on the small, red-wrapped candy still sitting on the counter. His receipt flutters s
lef
er for
ing strange twist in my chest. It's silly to be
, weaving past customers and ignoring Shelly's confused call behind me. The glass
aware of his surroundings. His hoodie is slouched low over his head, his hands bur
ll out, joggi
s brows knit together when he sees me, confu
lding up the lollipop. My vo
Then, his lips twitch, but it doesn'
my feet. "A
ine of customers, no rush to leave. Just me and him in an almost-empty parkin
ys finally, but I
r his hand, ignoring the way my own trembles slightly, and flip it over. His fingers
before I lose my nerve. "In case you eve
e he wasn't expecting this-but then something shifts. Amusement? Mayb
" he says, his voice
ng self-conscious. "I f
rling his fingers over the ink, like he's p
unexpected thrill through me, but I n
't drea
oward the store before my rap
e, reality crashes into
what did
the parking lot. After chas
. Shelly passes by with an armful of recei
kly. Too high-pitched.
not
Was it too much? Did he think it was weir
myself back to work, but m
ding a lollipop and a phone number, and I have