Page 56 of The Hookup Situation
Blaire almost drops a tray of cookies and sets it down. “What? That’s what I do! And I’m not even trying to get in your pants!”
“Neither is he. We’re F-R-I-E-N-D-S. Do you know what that spells?”
“Yes, I do. Friends who absolutely want to bang each other.” Sheshows me her phone. There’s a photo of us at Bookers that someone snapped when we weren’t looking.
“I’m going to murder the Fairy Godmothers. Who took that?” I ask.
“I dunno, but they keep doing updates of your relationship on Insta.”
My eyes widen. “No. They need to stop that. Who do I need to talk to?”
Blaire laughs. “It’s a runaway train. Just ride it. Or ride Nick.”
All I can do is shake my head.
The morning rush hits before I can process this.
We work like busy bees, and I’m thankful I had Sierra, one of our teenage employees, join us this morning because there was no way Blaire and I could’ve handled it. Next week, I may add another person to the morning shift just because it seems busier than usual.
Every tourist wants special drinks, and locals keep stopping to ask about tonight. The excitement streams through the air, and I’m counting down to when I can leave work.
“You and that handsome boyfriend coming to the festival?” Mrs. P asks for the third time.
“Of course. It’s tradition,” I tell her. “I wouldn’t miss this kickoff for anything.”
She smiles wide. “Can’t wait to see you two lovebirds.”
“Tell the Fairy Godmothers to stop meddling.”
“Sorry, sweetie, no can do.” She walks away, giggling.
Around ten, my phone buzzes.
Nick
How’s the coffee battlefield?
Julie
Beautiful, pumpkin-scented chaos. Someone just ordered fifteen pumpkin spice lattes.
Nick
The horror!
Julie
Tons of people have asked about you.
Nick
Is this where I say pumpkin spice?
Julie
Why are you making me think about safe words while I’m at work?
Nick
