Page 33 of Mistlefoe
Me
Why did you never hit on him?
Because if I were you without any weird grudges I would have
Rachel Hot Mama Leon
Qué va
You would’ve killed me
Tho I did debate whether it was worth dying for
I snort. That momentarily catches Conor’s attention and he glances back at me over his shoulder. But then the woman says something that pulls his attention again.
Rachel Hot Mama Leon
Does this mean you’re going to start hitting on him or that he’s game for me? Inquiring minds need to know
Me
Neither? Lol
It’d be too weird either way
Rachel Hot Mama Leon
I was kidding btw
I’m not really interested in your man
Me
He’s not my
Wtv
She sends me three laughing emoji and I stuff my phone back in the pocket of my coat.
“—Love to hostSPORTY’s Christmas party,” the woman says in this way that tells me she’s been gushing this whole time.
Meanwhile, I haven’t been paying any attention. Or at least not to her.
I take a moment to check my surroundings instead of my project partner. Right now, the event room of this hotel is half-finished for a wedding that’s happening this weekend. The theme seems to be winter wonderland, which I guess is apropos. Frosted garlands and tinsel, silky white fabrics, and white Christmas lights everywhere.
What matters the most, though, is that it’s pretty small for what we need. And not just because it’s crammed with tables and chairs except for a dance floor by the stage out front. It’d be hard to make different sections for the activities without causing a crush with all the headquarters employees and plus ones.
Obviously, Conor knows because he keeps the conversation nice and non-committal. “Thanks! Are you a big fan ofSPORTY?”
“Absolutely. Best tennis shoes ever. I may or may not be gifting a new pair to each one of my kids this Christmas.” She whirls around and spreads her arms. “Well, what do you think?”
“Could you give us a moment to walk the place on our own?” I ask with a polite smile.
“Of course! Take all the time you need. I’ll be at the reception desk.” Her eyes positively glow as she backs away from us until she’s out the door.
I still whisper just in case there are microphones or something. “It’s gonna suck to tell her the place doesn’t work. Tag, you’re it.”
Conor blows a raspberry. “Listen, I’ve been keeping her distracted while you fiddled with your phone. You should have the decency of being the one who lets her down.”
