Page 202 of The Baby Twist
“I wasn’t trying to, but when shouting is coming from the other end of the phone, it’s kind of hard not to.”
“Attention, passengers. Flight 2710 from Chicago to JFK has been delayed due to severe weather in New York City. We thank you for your patience and will keep you updated,” I heard over the speaker.
“Shit,” I sighed, shaking my head.
“Marley?” A man walked over with a wide grin.
“Oh, hey.” She nervously smiled. “Are you on this flight?”
“Yeah. I just heard it was delayed. Want to go grab something to eat?” he asked.
“Uh, no. I’m good.”
“Why not? We had fun last night.” A smirk crossed the man’s lips.
“Why are you making this weird?” She cocked her head.
“I’m not. It’s just dinner. What is your problem?”
“I don’t have a problem. I told you last night before I left not to make it weird.”
“Asking you to stay the night was not making things weird,” he said. “You know what? I think you’re the weird one. The dinner invite is rescinded.” He walked away.
“Okay, Trent. Who’s the weird one?” she shouted.
“It’s Troy!” He turned and glared at her.
“Oh. My bad.”
“Wow.” I chuckled.
“Shut up.” Her brows furrowed.
I chuckled again as I looked down at my phone.
“I’m going to get a coffee. Can you save my seat?” she asked.
“I suppose I can,” I spoke with irritation.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Is it too much of an inconvenience for you?” Her head cocked.
I stared into her baby-blue eyes as a smirk crossed my lips.
“No. Just hurry up and get me a medium Americano with an extra shot.”
She stood up, staring at me with her hands on her hips.
“What?” I asked.
“I believe you forgot a word when you asked me to get you a coffee.”
“No.” I furrowed my brows. “Just a medium Americano with an extra shot.”
“Did your parents ever teach you any manners? When you ask someone to get you something, you say ‘please.’”
“Will you PLEASE get me a medium Americano with an extra shot!”
“I’ll be right back. Make sure nobody steals my carry-on.” She set her bag on her seat.
