Page 52 of Charmed, I'm Sure
“Not a chance.” She waved over her shoulder as she made her way toward the office.
Slipping my phone back out of my pocket, I swiped the screen and opened my messages.
Taylor
Hey, sunshine. You busy on Friday?
Magnolia
Hey, cowboy. Unfortunately for you, I am.
As I waited for his response, I placed my phone on the front counter and began going through my closing duties: blinds dropped and closed, front door sign flipped, display case lights off. I had just finished pulling the last tray of leftover pastries from the front case when my phone dinged. Sliding the tray into a slot on my rack, I dusted off my hands and picked up my device.
Taylor
Oh?
Magnolia
Yeah, I’ve got a gig.
Taylor
I didn’t know you were in a band! That’s so cool; maybe I’ll come check you out *winking emoji*
Magnolia
A catering gig, asshole. *side-eye emoji* You know I don’t sing in front of people.
Taylor
I consider myself special, then.
Magnolia
*raised eyebrow emoji*
Taylor
I got my own personal concert on our first date. Now we just need our schedules to line up so we can have another one.
And no, Magnolia. Cleaning up your yard while you stared at my ass was not a date.
Magnolia
Hey! I helped!
And last time I checked, I caught you staring at MY ass, Mr. Hallows.
Taylor
Can you blame me?
A laugh bubbled up, and I rolled my eyes at my screen as I typed out my response.
Magnolia
I can, but I won’t.
