Page 40 of Love or Tequila in Unexpected Places

She had gone to therapy in high school when the pressure of studying became overwhelming and triggered panic attacks. Her brothers had supported her through it all, each in his own unique way, and somehow, she had made it through. Now, she was armed with knowledge: she understood what coping mechanisms were, how poisonous notions could wreak havoc on her brain, and what her triggers looked like.

She even knew how to halt the downward spiral, though she didn’t always succeed. What she needed were distractions—something positive to counter the relentless negativity swirling in her mind.

And in that moment, as she waited for Amira, with Seattle’s setting sun casting a warm glow on everything cold around her, Allison found just one thing capable of melting away her nervousness.

Her baby’s picture.

Seeing the tiny shape of her little angel instantly brought a smile to her lips. She held it close, feeling the familiar flutter of hope that had been overshadowed by anxiety, reminding herselfthat this moment was about connection, love, and maybe even a little forgiveness.

Allison’s head snapped up as the bell chimed, signifying that the door had opened. She held her breath in a mix of fear and hope, praying it would be Amira stepping through. But as the figure came into view, her heart sank; it wasn’t her.

She put the small picture away, tucking it back into its rightful place in her wallet, just as her phone pinged with a notification. Hurriedly, with her heart in her throat, Allison unlocked it to see—

A text from my baby daddy. Isodidn’t need this right now.

The last thing Allison wanted was to deal with Angelo drama while waiting for her friend. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for whatever message awaited her, hoping it wouldn’t add to her already fraying nerves.

Angelo

Allison.

Hello.

Allison nearly snorted out loud as she read the messages.

Wow, the man is a dry texter.

It was a masterpiece of brevity—just a few words that somehow managed to sound both indifferent and demanding at the same time. She could practically hear his monotone voice in her head, and it made her chuckle despite the circumstances. She couldn’t help but wonder if he thought sending a text like that was casual.

Allison

Hey. What’s up?

This time, Allison did snort. Compared to Angelo’s version of business casual, her response felt like a party invitation. The only thing missing was a “bro” at the end to really seal the deal. It was laughable how their texting styles clashed. His formal tone could put anyone to sleep, while she preferred keeping it light and easygoing. She couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking her head as she waited for his reply.

Angelo

How are you?

Allison

Fine?

Angelo

You don’t know how you are?

Allison

Of course I know how I am!

Angelo

Then how are you?

Allison

I said I’m fine!

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