Page 62 of Everything Has Changed
My attention splits between watching my phone, watching the clock, and watching the front door all morning. I couldn’t even tell you what orders came through or the customers, I just hope I didn’t mess anything up.
My thoughts are currently preoccupied with images of Logan and what we did in my kitchen last night. Nothing else happened beyond that final kiss, though I have to admit I found myself trying to rub against him like a dog in heat again. And if he didn’t put an end to it, pulling away with a pained expression I know mirrored my own, I can’t help wondering how far I would have taken that slip up.
“Mom wants to go into the city to look for dresses. Their thrift stores have to be better stocked than Vinnie’s Vintage.”
“Sounds good,” I mumble in response to Piper.
“I think we should splurge on the masks, though. But we can determine if it’s in the budget after we find the perfect dress.”
“Whatever you say.”
“I think I’m going to dye my hair bright pink for it.”
“Sure thing, Pipes.”
A bundled up napkin bounces off my cheek and bounces down the counter. I jolt upright, whirling on my best friend . “What was that for?”
“Just making sure you are still with me. You didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?”
I nod, racking my brain for what she could have brought up, until I give it up on a sigh. “Sorry, Pipes. What were you saying?”
“That Mom wants to go dress shopping in the city for the ball and that I was going to dye my hair pink, which you gave the green light so–-hey now!” She giggles as I lob the balled up napkin back at her. “I wasn’t the one with the thousand-yard stare, cleaning the same spot on the counter for the last five minutes.”
I look down to where my hand rested on the cleaning rag, poised for one more swipe around the espresso machine which was already spotless. Releasing the rag back into it’s hidden spot under the counter, I wipe my hands on my apron. “Yes, to the dress shopping and the masks. See, I was listening. Kind of.”
“Perfect. And I was joking about the pink hair.”
I roll my eyes, but grin at my friend.
“Now tell me what’s got you sidetracked before we get busy again.”
I sigh, leaning against the back counter to keep an eye on the dining room and the front door. I didn’t need anyone overhearing what I was about to tell Piper. A couple sat in the far corner, pouring over a trail map with excited expressions. We had talked to them when they ordered and they said it was their first anniversary trip, they would be in town for the next few days hitting up all the local trails. Piper and I were taking bets to see if they got engaged before they left. I said no, they were enjoying their still blossoming relationship. Piper thinks yes thanks to the fresh manicure the girl was sporting.
“It’s OPI Bubble Bath. I clocked it the second she walked in,” Piper told me matter of factly. She could spot a nail color from a mile away and tell you exactly why they picked it. A gift she has picked up over the years of practically living in her mother’s salon. I absently pick at my Lincoln Park After Dark, wondering what they meant for the season of life I’m in. Definitely not engagement, that’s for sure.
The other patrons that had been lingering left a few minutes ago, so the coast was clear to spill the beans.
“Logan stopped by last night.”
“And that has you spacey because you stayed up all night thinking about what you want to do to him?” She laughs as she straightens the tower of cold cups next to her.
“Actually…”
“Oh my god, did you actually do something?!” Piper shrieks loud enough that the couple pops their heads up to look at the commotion. I wave toward them with a smile before turning back to Piper who is practically vibrating like an overexcited puppy that just heard the word walk.
“Um…We may have kissed,” I say as nonchalantly as possible.
“You definitely kissed. Please tell me everything! How was it? Was it amazing?” She gasps with wide eyes. “Oh my God, don’t tell me it was awful. Why is it the hot ones are the ones that are shit kissers?”
“He most definitely is not a shit kisser.” I can feel the blush blooming over my cheeks. I know it’s overtaking me as Piper’s eyes glisten with mischief and her jaw drops.
She snaps her fingers, pointing at me with a “Gotcha” expression. “It was more than a kiss.”
“Psh,” I roll my eyes. “It was not.”
I fidget with the strings of my apron. Tying and retying to keep my best friend from seeing my fingers tremble at just the thought of what happened.
She slaps my upper arm with excitement. “You dirty dog! Tell me right now!”
