Page 29 of The Blue Rose
Serena
Good Morning Aster
I’m gonna be at Boozy Books around seven, if you want to join me
I type back cursing myself for missing her text.She probably thinks I’m ghosting her again.
Aster
Sorry, I had a long night, I just woke up. I’ll see you later
Not promising a specific time, I place my phone down and start to get ready.
I opt for a long black sleeve sweater, dark blue jeans, and my black boots. I style my hair back where it is out of my face, but still falling at the sides. I go over to my watch collection and opt for my black one with a teal band.
My father used to collect watches, never wearing them, unless he was taking my mother on a date. I remember him always picking a band to match what my mother was wearing.
Before I clasp the watch I send Serena another text.
Aster
What are you wearing?
I mindlessly run my hand over each band, waiting for a reply.
Serena
A black top and blue jeans. Why?
The thought of her matching me without realizing it brings a small smile to my face. I place the teal band back in the case, grabbing for the plain black one, but stop myself. These are my fathers quirks that I picked up, he’s dead to me, but his ways are still living deep inside.
Aster
No reason, what color are your lips?
I hope they’re red.
Serena
Suspicious, but red
I knew it.I reach for the red band to match her lips, a small smile playing on my lips. Securing the band, my phone dings and I look down, disappointment falling over me.
Serena
I’m here, I’m where all the books are
I was hoping for some flirty banter, not her telling me she is waiting for me. I type out my response, eager to see her.
Aster
On my way, see you soon little lamb.
I place my phone in my pocket, grab a syringe from the kitchen drawer, grab my keys and head out the door. I put the syringe in the center console of my car, making it easier for me to grab later. I speed out of my driveway anxious to see my little lamb.
I park downthe street where there are no cameras, and the street lights are dim. My blood races as I stare at the door to the bar. I’m hoping she took an Uber here, so I can offer her a ride home.
I don’t text her to let her know I’m here, I want to find her and watch her first.
