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that would really look good on her. She did have a habit of going overboard with these purchases. Of course, she had her turn infecting me next, helping me pick out some vibrant blouses that would work well with my dark skin.
    All through the little exchange, my anxiety chewed its way up to bigger and bigger bites on my nerves. I shouldn’t have texted him. Definitely not that. I had questions for him? What guy wanted to hear those words? He hadn’t contacted me once the past few days. Maybe he was embarrassed. Maybe he was just over me.
    God, why would I think he even wanted to talk?
    Aubrey finished her mad typing and yanked out her music to come over and join the two of us. By then, I’d nearly ground my teeth to the gums and my eyes were half on my phone’s blank screen. It was a relief when the two of them started chattering instead, so I only had to make small squeaks of approval here and there. I pretty much felt like a mouse inside anyway.
    Faith had just wrested my attention back to her laptop when my phone rattled. I nearly jumped out of my chair.
    “Jesus,” Faith said, patting me down. “You ok?”
    I checked the screen, hoping against hope it wasn’t Darryl.
    A nameless number had sent a message: Where ? When?
    He wanted to meet? Of course he did. No one talked on the phone anymore.
    I thought a little bit. No use delaying this further right?
    Waffle House downtown , I typed. 7, cool?
    There was barely a second’s pause before the phone trembled in my hand.
    Sure thing. Be seeing ya.
    He’d be seeing me. I’d be seeing him.
    It terrified me how happy the idea made me feel.
     

CHAPTER FOUR
    Vaughn
    I felt ridiculous riding into the restaurant lot. Dinner on a Sunday, this was a family place. There was some birthday party or something and a swarm of Mexican kids were screaming and chasing each other around with balloons. They didn’t toss me a single fuck and I had to brake hard to keep from flattening a couple into tortillas.
    The moms came running at the squeal of tires, but despite the flickering irritation, I had nothing to unleash at them. The natural swears that came to me all had to do with their tan skin not their being shitty parents. If I let that out now, who knew what else would come out tonight?
    I got off the bike and wound towards the door. The restaurant glowed with clean white light, every booth inside packed with all types of people chowing down on big platters of food. I didn’t feel much hungry, but that’s not why I was here anyway.
    What I was here for, I wasn’t exactly sure. My hands had been shaking when I picked up the phone with the familiar number flashing on screen. I was like a junkie going through withdrawal.
    All she had promised was a conversation. About what, only she knew. Maybe she just wanted to tell me what scum I was. Maybe I wanted to hear it. Or maybe I’d just take the chance to hear anything come out of those lush lips again.
    I searched the seats for the bob of her sleek dark hair, the sight of her smooth dark face, but she wasn’t seated on this side.
    I wanted her in my arms – I wasn’t gonna deny that. The ache had done nothing to diminish by being away from her. That didn’t mean I was going to apologize for who I was inside or out. I’d done nothing but right by her, and if that wasn’t enough-
    I found her. She was pressed into a corner booth, face half-hid behind a plastic menu. She had on a blue and yellow college hoodie and jeans. I could just see one half of her, tightly wound and serious, as if the food had offended her. She flipped the plastic and gave me a glimpse of the full extent of her. Her lips were berry purple. Her skin looked like a velvet lake and her hair shone like dark glass. I could almost taste how fresh she must smell.
    Fuck, I hoped doing right by her counted for enough.
    I pushed through the door and sidled up. Her menu was down and she looked side to side. She had her arms locked confidently on the table, but her feet