Page 99 of Hooking Up
He's just like Ross. Clean cut. Business casual outfit.Work hard, play hard. The type who uses to get through his meetings then to unwind after them.
I smile back. He's cute, but he doesn't make my heartbeat pickup or my stomach flutter. He's just so… plain. Uninteresting. Not like Walker with his dark eyes, and his strong shoulders, and the tattoos that snake down his arm.
Ahem.
Business guy steps forward to order his nonfat latte. He turns back to me and winks.
I smile back. That seems like the proper protocol. Or something.
"A refill, please." I place my cup on the counter and fish two dollars from my wallet. I use one to pay and stuff the other in the tip jar.
The barista smiles back at me. "I love your hair." She picks up my glass. "I've been thinking about that cut."
"Thanks."
"Is it high-maintenance?"
"It looks messy if I don't trim it every six weeks, but otherwise, it's as easy as it gets."
She nods. "It looks great on you."
"Thanks."
Business guy watches from his seat at a side table. He nods to himselfoh, I get it. She doesn't like me because she's into girls.
Okay. I'm jumping to conclusions.
I do have a problem.
She refills my cold brew. I bring it to the bar, pour in a little two percent and a lot of simple syrup. Mmm. Perfection.
I return to my seat, tackle another chapter, write up another set of notes.
One to go.
Then a bunch of reading from the other textbook in my backpack. I thought I'd be jumping into research right away, but the first year of this program is all foundation.
It's good. Important stuff to know.
But I want to dive into a massive research project now.
I suck coffee through my straw. Open up my email. There's a bunch of stuff about my internship offers. I've been ignoring it for too long.
New York isn't as appealing as it was a month ago.
It's so far away. That was the draw, when I applied. But now that there's someone I want to see in LA…
No. That's silly. Walker and I are casual. We won't be anything come July. I need to take whichever of these is the best opportunity.
Which means I need to figure out which of these is the best opportunity.
Eventually.
I lean back and take another sip. Make a mental note to decide by the end of the month. Turn back to my computer.
My fingers move of their own accord.
Straight to Lily's Instagram. I created a new account just to stalk my sister. It's awful, I know. But she blocked me on every platform. And I have to know she's okay. Asking my parents always leads to offers to help us make up.
