Page 77 of Sparks Fly
“See you soon, and likewise.” Her head bobs as she holds her hand up to Nora and me. I say my goodbyes and slip out the door, Nora behind me.
“Well?” I raise a brow, waiting for my friend to say something.
“She actually seems really nice,” Nora admits, resting her head against mine as we walk.
“Told ya.” I link my arm through hers and walk towards the marina.
We’re backin the apartment. Nora is sitting at the table working, and I am resting on the sofa enjoying the slow afternoon.
Lunch was delicious as always and once we were finished, we walked around the marina. I ignored the way my stomach rolled at seeing Creed’s yacht. Nora pointed it out and I gave aoh yeah, coolkind of response. I didn’t want to tell her that I had been on it twice already. We looked around the shops, Nora picked up a couple of keep sake bits and an outfit for tonight. She assured me she didn’t really need it, but she liked it, so decided to grab it.
It was a cute two piece. I resisted temptation when I saw a pretty shawl and a nice bag. I didn’t need it, so I used them for vlogging props. We stopped for coffee and cake before having a walk through the market and picking up fresh fruit and pastries for breakfast tomorrow. Nora’s flight was early evening, so at least we had a few hours in the morning together before she had to go home.
I am doom scrolling when I see a video for Saint Onyx. It flickers between Royce and Kai, both in their helmets with the text,It’s race weekend in Zandvoort.
My heart constricts. Hovering my finger over the share button, I resist and continue to scroll.
“Hey.” I roll over onto my front and pull Nora from her laptop. “Would you mind if I went live for a bit? Just trying to keep up with it all.”
“Not a problem, I can work whilst you’re yapping.” She sticks her tongue out then turns back to her work.
“Thanks,” I call out. “Want a margarita?”
“Silly question.”
“Okay.” I jump up from the sofa and make fresh margaritas. We had to get the ingredients on our way in. Salting the rim, I add a thin slice of a lime and walk it over to Nora. “I’ll put the jug in the fridge.” A smile creeps onto my lips, and I bounce back over to the kitchen and place it away then grab my own glass and move to the living room.
Settling on the sofa, I cross my legs under myself and reach for my tripod inside my tote bag and set it up on the coffee table. Hovering my finger over the button, I click onto live and it counts me down before it kicks in and within seconds, my viewers have jumped up and the comments are flooding in.
I sit and say hello and answer some of the questions, mainly about Monaco and my little trip. There was a couple of comments on Royce but I ignore them. I didn’t go live to go into the details about me and him. That’s private.
We both put the same statement out. I might share ninety percent of my life, but that last ten percent is for me.
It feels so nice sitting here, chatting with my followers. It’s been a hot minute since I was on here. I know I went live from the Italian restaurant but that was more to show the amazing musician.
Saying goodbye, I notice the minutes have slipped into an hour and honestly, I could have stayed on there talking all day. Tossing my phone beside me, I sigh.
“Good live?” Nora asks from across the room as she closes her laptop lid down and drifts to the kitchen, reaching for the cold jug of margaritas.
“Yeah.” I push up from the sofa and take my empty glass with me and place it on the worktop.
“You should go live more often, they obviously love it and so do you,” she suggests as she fills my glass and then hers.
“Maybe.” I shrug and take my now full glass.
“Ready to sit and have a chat about this job?” Her eyes lift over her glass as she takes a sip.
“I suppose.” I nibble my bottom lip and follow her back into the living room. We both take a seat on the sofa, legs crossed underneath us.
“What are your thoughts?” she asks, not taking her gaze off me.
“It is a great offer, and I know I would be really good at it…” I trail off and she smirks.
“Not to blow your own horn or anything.” She rolls her eyes.
“You know I would be, otherwise you wouldn’t have offered it to me.”
“Sure, sure.” She nods, lips turning down and sarcasm dripping from her tone.
