Page 11 of Infinity

Pulling the chair out, I sit down gently and stare into my coffee at the swirly pattern the barista has made in the froth.

“Soooo, how are you Darcy?” my eyes find his again, I’ve got his full attention.

“I’m okay thanks, how are you?”

“I’m good,” he nods as he answers then that little smirk appears. “No work or on a break?”

“Ugh, quick break, I needed decent coffee. I’ve been looking at the figures all morning, I think I may have square eyes.”

Adam leans forward as his eyes flit between mine, “They don’t look square to me, just as pretty as they were last time I saw them.”

I roll my eyes at his comment because it’s so corny, but I also smile a little to myself because hey, every girl likes a compliment and I don’t get many. Recovering from my little wobble, I look up at him. I’m feeling all kinds of nervous right now, like I’ve lost my protective bubble of the garage

“So, Adam, what is it you do?”

“I’m a writer.”

“Nice, no getting your hands dirty then.” I pick up my cup to take a sip and look over at him, he just grins at me and replies…

“Nah, my mind’s dirty enough, without getting my hands dirty too.” Raising his eyebrows up and down at me, I sigh at him and shake my head.

“Um, that money you gave me last week, you gave me too much. So, if you want to pop around to the garage, I can give you back what you’ve paid over.”

He doesn’t answer just watches me and smiles.

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