Page 12 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

I know, Lydia, I know.

“We’re still open. It’s 7:57,” she says.

I know this girl. She’s turned away plenty of customers who cut it close before. Of course she’d make an exception for the guy who looks like every girl’s wet dream.

She has a point, though. We close at eight. But I have places to be and other things to do than serve coffee to some Abercrombie-looking guy.

“Are you sure?” Greek god asksme, as though he can see the irritation in my eyes.

I suck it up. “Of course. Come on in.”

I’m back behind the counter before I know it, taking this guy’s order when I should already be on my way to Dia’s place for girls’ night.

Thankfully, he just wants an Americano. I don’t know what I would’ve done if he’d dropped a big order on us.

“Are you new? I’ve never seen you around here before,” Lydia asks as she’s making his coffee, and I have to stop a laugh from escaping my lips.

Lydia and I both suck at flirting, but at least shetries. I haven’t even bothered looking in a guy’s direction in a year and a half.

I offer the stranger the terminal so he can pay, and his fingers accidentally brush against mine when he takes it. Shivers zapup and down my arm. It feels like it’s been forever since I was touched by a man, let alone a man this handsome.

Well, I’ll be damned.

Maybe I’m not dead…down there… after all.

“I am. Just transferred to Duke at the beginning of the semester,” he answers Lydia, but his gaze doesn’t stray from me as he gives me the terminal back. “What about you? Do you go to Duke?”

I finish up the transaction, pulling out the receipt and handing it to him. Seconds go by, and no one makes a sound.

Why isn’t Lydia answering him?

That’s when I realize…

He’s looking atme.

And when I say looking at me, I don’t mean because I’m in his line of vision. He’s looking at me like he’s waiting for something?

“Oh, y-you’re asking me?” I stammer.

His smile is my answer.

“I…”

Say something.

Words. It’s not that hard.

“Y-Yes, I do,” I finally manage to say.

“Yeah? What’s your major?”

“It’s, hm…”

Woman, you know your own major. Just say it!

“I’m studying, hm…”

Wow, I’m an embarrassment to mankind.

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