Page 32 of This Memory
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I prayed for patience.
“Cindy, nothing is going on with me and Gavin. Up until five minutes ago, wecouldn’tstand each other, much less have slept together. Gross.”
It was my turn to give Brystol a look, as she was pretending to gag.
Turning to Cindy, I took her arm, moved a few feet away, and lowered my voice. “You misunderstood what we were talking about. And why do you care? We broke up.”
“For your information, I was going to break up with you first.”
I drew my head back in surprise. “Is this a contest or something?”
She lifted her chin. “No, but if it was, I won.I’mbreaking up withyou. I don’t ever want to see you again.”
Confused, I shook my head. “We already broke up.”
“Just a note here—a public breakup isin bad taste.”
I turned to Brystol, who’d left the table to join the conversation. “Please stop talking, will you?” I said, and it wasn’t a question.
She held up her hands. “I was only trying to help.”
“Don’t, please.”
Shrugging, Brystol walked back over to our table.
“Since I broke up with you first,” Cindy yelled, “I’ll be by your place to pick up my things!”
I sighed. “You don’thaveanything at my place.”
She contemplated those obviously difficult-to-understand words, then smiled. “See? I never thought this would work out. That’s why I never brought anything to your place.”
“You’ve never evenbeento my place.”
Brystol gasped. “What? Why?”
Glancing over, I shot her a glare. She motioned with her fingers she was zipping her mouth shut.
“We’re so through, Gavin!”
I rolled my eyes. “We’ve been through for a few weeks now, Cindy.”
“You’re not even going toactupset that I’m breaking up with you?” Cindy asked, as if the last few weeks had never happened.
“We called it quits weeks ago!”
After spinning dramatically on her heels, she marched through the tables. When she got to the door, she turned and faced me.
“Oh Lord,” Brystol whispered.
“I don’t know what I ever saw in you, Gavin Quinn! It’s over! Forever!”
After she stormed out of the café, I turned to Brystol. “What in the hell just happened?”
Brystol giggled as I slid onto my chair. It was the sweetest sound I’d heard all day.
Brystol
The bell above the toy shop door rang, and I glanced up to Harper walking in, carrying a flower arrangement.
