Page 63 of Flipping His Script
Across from me, Flynn said, "How?"
I turned to glare at him. "What?"
"We drove together, remember?"
As if I could forget.During the whole drive, he'd said nearly nothing, even as I tried to make conversation. The ride hadn't been terribly long, only twenty minutes from his house to the restaurant. Still, it had felt a whole lot longer with Flynn silently brooding in the driver's seat.
Now I glanced toward the nearby window. Just outside, I could see Flynn's car, parked within throwing distance. "Yeah, well, I'll wait in the parking lot. It's not like I'm hungry anyway."
The words had barely left my mouth when Joyce appeared with our order – a strawberry waffle and extra bacon for Flynn, along with the eggs and toast for me. Balancing the tray in her hand, Joyce looked to Felicity standing at the edge of our booth. "Excuse me. Could I squeeze in there?"
Felicity whirled toward her and snapped, "What?"
Joyce winced. "Sorry. I, uh, need to deliver the food."
"So go ahead," Felicity said. "I'mnot stopping you."
Oh, for God's sake."You are, too," I said. "You're in her way."
This was true. Unless Joyce wanted to shove Felicity aside, no food would be delivered any time soon.
Personally, I didn't care about the food, but I did care about Joyce. She didn't need the grief any more than I did.
When Felicitystilldidn't budge, I told Felicity, "Unless you want her to toss the food over you."
Looking beyond annoyed, Felicity grudgingly stepped toward my side of the booth, effectively blocking my escape as she gave Joyce barely enough room to set down the food and ask if we needed anything else.
Scalding coffee – that's what I needed.
But was it delivered?
No.
It wasn't.
Whether by mistake or on purpose, Joyce had neglected to bring the coffee I'd requested.
I almost sighed. Maybe it was for the best. As much I'd come to loathe Flynn, I wasn't so far gone that I'd scald his privates on purpose – even if the prospectdidsound scarily delightful.
So instead, I remained silent, even as Flynn assured Joyce that everything looked good, and that he'd let her know if we needed anything else.
Oh, I needed something, all right. And not just coffee either.
An escape.
After Joyce left, I looked to Felicity and said, "I hope you like eggs."
She frowned. "Why?"
"Because that's what I ordered." And with that, I scooted to the end of the booth and waited for Felicity to get out of my way.
She didn't budge, not even an inch. She was too busy frowning down at my breakfast. "But they're scrambled."
"So?"
"So I like mine poached."
Oh, for crying out loud."So order some. I'm not stopping you. Now will youpleaseexcuse me? I need to get out."
