offee. "You need to get out of your apartmen

," I lied. "I'm..

. We were at "The Daily Grin

nto my latte, my gaze drifted

s was laughing, her head tilted towards him, her hand resting casually on his arm. Alex wa

ished. "Oh, for crying out loud," she mut

o... couple-y... it was like a punch to the gut. I

ruptly, "I just remembered I have to...

look. "Your cactus? The on

," I said, already bac

escape before either of them saw me. I thought I was in

ah Miller,

And she was followi

riding towards me, a look

ess. "Are you, by any chance, following Alex again? Some things never ch

face. Cornered.

nyone," I said, my vo

ainly looks like it. You always did have a hard time letting go, didn't

es of strangers felt like daggers. I couldn't take it

louder than I intended. "Completely ove

her lips curved into a smirk. "Well, t

er and the curious eyes on the street. It was a brightly lit, cluttered novelty gift

creaming from a public confrontation, I grabbed the first thing

ing, peeking through the window d

rned to leave, wanting nothing

ight into a

" I mumbled,

unamused eyes o

ave seen the whole thing with Jes

item clutched in my ha

, often found in these types of gag stores. This one had some awful double entendre about "hot

siderably. He looked from the apron to my fac

e said, his voice