“Girl, are you okay?” Ruby’s voice is clouded with concern. “Why weren’t you answering my texts?”
I groan, rubbing my temple. “I’m really bad with messages, you know that.”
“You’re awful, Amelia. You stress me out. Anyway, what’s up? Are you at work?”
“Uh, no, I’m… at home.” I glance around the restaurant. It’s the closest thing to home I’ve ever had.
“Perfect! I’m at that cute little café down the street from the restaurant. Can you come?”
I hesitate. I could stay here, stewing in my own thoughts, pacing until Damien returns. Or I could get out of my head and enjoy myself a little.
“Yeah, I can come.”
“Great! Oh, but—” Ruby pauses. “My brother’s with me. That cool?”
Her brother? What does it matter? I need a distraction. I need to be anywhere but here.
“No problem,” I say.
“See you then!” she says excitedly.
On the way there, a flicker of movement catches my eye.
“Hey, little guys,” I coo at the group of stray cats huddled together, already reaching into my purse.
I always carry cat food with me. As soon as I tear open the bag, more cats start appearing. One, two, three—oh my God—four.
Five.
Six?
Are they multiplying? Did I just summon an army?
I crouch down, pouring the food onto the pavement. “Okay, okay, everyone gets a turn. No shoving.”
They pounce on it immediately. One with a torn ear rubs against my ankle.
“I’d take you all home if I could.”
But I can’t. I don’t even have a home to myself. Maybe this is why I have such empathy for strays; I feel like a stray myself most days.
With a sigh, I leave the entire bag and keep walking.
***
I walk into the café, immediately spotting Ruby near the window. She’s waving frantically.
I rush over, and she pulls me into a tight hug that I return with the same vigor.
“I missed you too,” I laugh.
“Why do you disappear like that? I was so freaking worried about you.”
“I’m so sorry,” I say sheepishly, rubbing the back of my head. “I’m just… really bad with messages.”
“You’re lucky I love you.”
“I know.” I grin.