Page 93 of Eleanor & Grey

I looked up and Greyson appeared furious.

In that moment, I much preferred the lower half of his expression.

Look down, look down, look down…

“Jesus, you need to watch where you’re going!” he barked, angrier than really needed. It was clear it wasn’t my intention to spill coffee all over him and grope his privates.

“I’m sorry. Obviously, it was an accident.”

“That doesn’t make it better. This is a seven-hundred-dollar tailored suit that you just ruined,” he snapped once more, his harsh tone grating on me.

“Well, why the heck would anyone buy a seven-hundred-dollar suit to begin with?” I barked back.

Being around Greyson was so confusing. You never knew if you were going to get the heartbroken version of him, or the angry one.

“Plus, there’s a thing called a dry cleaner,” I said.

“I don’t have time to deal with this or you.”

“Why are you being so rude?” I asked.

“Why are you so clumsy?” he responded, pushing past me. He rounded the corner leaving me there, stunned.

“Way to act like an asshole, Grey,” I muttered to myself, shaken by Greyson’s unnecessary attitude. Sure, I spilled coffee on his ridiculously priced suit and tie, but there was no need to be nasty about it.

Mistakes happened.

“What’s an asshole?” a small voice asked.

I turned around to see Lorelai yawning with her butterfly wings on, rubbing the tiredness from her eyes.

“Oh, nothing, Lorelai. I said askhole. It’s like a person who asks a lot of questions,” I quickly stated, trying to cover up my mistakes.

“My dad is an askhole?” she wondered, her K still sounding quite a bit like an S.

Great.

“Well, no, I mean…well what I meant was—”

Before I could remedy my actions, Lorelai went marching off, speaking loudly. “Daddy! Daddy! Did you know you’re an askhole?! You’re such an askhole, Dad!”

That evening I wasn’t at all surprised when I opened my email and saw one letter from Greyson in my inbox.

FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

DATE: March 8, 7:34 PM

SUBJECT: Really?

Eleanor,

Askhole.

Really?

Strike two.

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