She sees taken men as a challenge, a way to boost her ego, hence her becoming public enemy number one.
You mess with Aveena, you mess with all of us.
I stop paying attention to the conversation, my thoughts drifting back to TJ’s proposition. I feel a little guilty about refusing to help him.
I wouldn’t mind tutoring him if he compensated me for my time, but I can’t afford to do it for free.
My focus diverts back to the girls when Aveena lets out a loud “Are you shitting me?That’sthe new guy?”
Dia is showing her a picture on her phone.
“I know you said he was hot, but damn,” Aveena comments.
I scoff. “He can’t be that hot.”
Dia passes me the phone. “Strongly disagree.”
My heart crawls up my throat when I catch a glimpse of him.
Stunning blue eyes, dirty-blond hair…
Holy shit.
“It’s him.”
“Him who?” Dia questions.
I give her back her phone. “I saw that guy earlier. He came by the café.”
The girls seem to pick up on the details I’m keeping to myself because they both respond with, “And?”
I shrug. “And nothing. He was nice. Asked me a few questions to be polite.”
“What kind of questions?” Aveena presses.
“Like where I go to school, what my major is. Then he asked me my name. Just normal chitchat.”
Dia snorts. “Chitchat? I’m sorry, when was the last time a smoking hot customer asked you where you study and what you want to do for a living?”
Are they right?
Was he flirting with me?
It only takes a moment. Aveena and Dia exchange glances across the room, and I know I should’ve kept my trap shut.
“We aresosetting you up,” Dia squeals.
Here we go.
Trying to set me up is these girls’ favorite hobby.
I slouch into the couch. “Please, I could barely put a sentence together in front of him. He must think I’m a weirdo.”
“It’s almost been two years since you had a roll in the hay. I’m sure you’re just rusty,” Dia protests.
“Come on, it’stime. Think of us as your personal matchmaking service,” Aveena chimes.
They’re ridiculous. Not to mention more invested in my own love life than I am.