I sit back down in my chair with a curse.
Me: The place is nice, and no souvenir yet.
He sends me a crying emoji.
Wyatt: Well, we discussed it, and Carter wants a souvenir too. Keep that in mind, yeah?
Carter would be his one and only nephew, Maren’s six-year-old son. Wyatt spoils the kid relentlessly, so it makes sense that he told Carter I’d get him a souvenir, but I probably would’ve gotten him one anyway. I’m kind of like the “bonus uncle” since I don’t have any siblings to give me nephews or nieces.
Me: I can definitely guarantee a souvenir for Carter.
Wyatt: AND. ME.
Wyatt: Don’t play with my emotions.
Wyatt: Oh! One of my coworkers was hinting to me that she’s single, but I told her I’m not dating right now.
Wyatt: If you want her number though, let me know, and I’ll put in a good word for you.
I very much do not want her number, which he already knows.
Besides, I already got the number I wanted.
Me: I’m good, Wy. Maybe you’ll end up changing your mind.
I can’t imagine being able to move on from Ava, but I need him to do exactly that. He needs to get over Ava for my own mental sanity.
Wyatt: Eh, probably not.
Wyatt: I’ll hit you up later, man. Trista is giving me the evil eye because I’m not watching every freaking second of Carter’s basketball game.
He sends me an eye-roll emoji, and I leave the conversation at that.
I’ve got more important things to deal with than Wyatt being bitter about Trista like he always is. But as much as I want to check on Ava, I think I need to give her some space.
I think we both need some space.
So, I finish the rest of my salad and try to ignore the loneliness that’s creeping in.
I miss her.
We haven’t even been apart for an hour yet, and I’m already anxious to be around her again.
Hoping to distract myself, I aimlessly roam the first floor until I come across a small library nook. The room has four wooden bookcases against the wall that meet at a corner, and there’s two armchairs with a round table between them. I’m not a huge reader, but the atmosphere is too peaceful and inviting to resist.
This will be the perfect escape.
Thirty minutes later, I find myself flipping through a book about colors and their deeper meanings. The “green” section is where I linger and pay close attention.
I wonder why.
Green is the color of growth, balance, and renewal. It represents hope for a better future. Green is a soothing color that can help ease anxiety—
“Ease anxiety?” I ask out loud. Obviously, the person who wrote this book has never seen Ava’s eyes.
“SHH!”
Oh. That’s right. I forgot about the elderly lady who came in here a few minutes ago to do some reading.