Page 64 of Flipping His Script
She wasstilleyeing the eggs. "What?"
"You're in my way."
Finally, with a loud sigh, she moved aside like six inches, giving me just enough room to get out. I'd barely squeezed past her when she moved forward and claimed the spot that I'd been occupying.
Fine.
I turned and stalked toward the door, feeling everyone's eyes on me, even as Felicity called out, "Hey! Waitress! I need some poached eggs over here, and make it snappy."
Resisting the urge to look back, I pushed through the main door and kept on going. By the time I reached Flynn's car, I was practically shaking, whether from nerves or old-fashioned fatigue.
The truth was, I'd barely slept since Flynn's surprise appearance the other night. In just a few short days, he'd managed to upend the fragile life I'd painstakingly built for myself.
Oh sure, he'd also offered me the prospect of earning a whole bunch of money, especially when I considered the bonus.
If by some miracle, I made it to the end, the lump sum could be a life-changer. I could help Becka with more of her tuition and pay off some of our lingering bills. Who knows, maybe I'd even return to college myself and finish my degree.
And if Flynn didn't pay up, I'd just have to strangle him – or at least reconsider that whole coffee-in-the-lap idea.
Outside the restaurant, his car was locked,of course.This meant I had the pleasure of standing next to his passenger's side door like a total loser while he and Felicity dined inside.
Could I see them?
No. I couldn’t, even if I wanted to.
At night, it was easy to see into the restaurant from outside. But during the day, the glare of the sun meant that the only thing I saw now was my own reflection as I stood stupidly beside his car.
Just when I thought things couldn’t get any more humiliating, my earlier concerns were proved annoyingly accurate when I was accosted by someone I barely knew.
But he definitely knewme.
