Page 2 of Curvy Love

LAUREL:

PAISLEY: OMG! Is that a Frito pie taco?

LAUREL:

LAUREL: So good. It’s better than sex.

PAISLEY: *snort* that’s just because you had a shitty lover.

WILLOW: Eww. Do not ever say the word ‘lover’.

PAISLEY: Lover, lover, lover.

WILLOW: I hate you.

WILLOW: Though I can’t help but notice that Laurel isn’t arguing your point.

LAUREL: Can’t. Too busy eating this amazing taco. I’m gonna just marry this taco. He will never make me sad. Or dump me for Ms. Starlight Bay 2021.

PAISLEY: Look at you being catty!

PAISLEY:

PAISLEY: My little sister, all grown up and being bitchy.

WILLOW: OMG! It’s finally happening! You’re growing a spine!

LAUREL: You’re right. That wasn’t nice. It was a charity event and she had an honorary title.

WILLOW: Wasn’t she wearing a sash and a damn tiara?

PAISLEY: Don’t you dare back down! Poachers deserve our scorn!

WILLOW: I don’t understand the appeal. Mark is about as interesting as cardboard.

LAUREL: Wow, thanks.

WILLOW: I’m not going to apologize. I’m glad he dumped you. I’m not glad you got hurt, but I’m glad he’s not in your life. You deserve so much more.

PAISLEY: Like that Frito pie taco.

WILLOW: Or, even better, the man who made that taco.

LAUREL: I think we can all agree that Alex the taco guy is out of my league.

WILLOW: I said what I said.

chaptertwo

Alex

The Starlight Bay food truck festival is well under way. It’s the first time the city has hosted one of these, but they’ve set us up at the same location as the weekly farmer’s market. Which is basically in the parking lot of the Episcopal church. I’ve got my refurbed Airstream trailer that I normally keep in the public library parking lot. Today my boldly painted Guac-N-Roll trailer is on one end of the lot, sandwiched between Starlight Pi’s booth and a place that serves a strange fusion of lobster rolls and egg rolls. I haven’t had the nerve to try them yet. I wave to Oliver over at the pizza booth. His restaurant is downtown and I swear he makes the best pizza in the entire state.

Thankfully it’s unseasonably warm for early May and I’m pretty sure that’s what’s driving the crowds. People are clearly coming from neighboring towns because I don’t recognize many faces milling about.

Unlike a regular day when I have a full menu for customers to choose from, today I have small plates with a sampling of my best-selling tacos. That means I’m not standing over the hot grill cooking tacos to order. I’m not sweating and I’m not trapped inside my trailer, which means I might get to actually speak to some customers.

One in particular, hopefully, if she shows up. She’s a regular. And the longest exchange we’ve had so far is just a smile and a couple of hellos. That golden hair, her pale, pale green eyes, and her banging curves…there’s just something about her.

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