Chapter14

#Chapter14

She tends to the press, likely turning it off due to the slow business. It's my turn to go on break, but my bag is in the back room, so I wait outside the door. Through the crack, I see him, his back. I wonder what it would feel like to run my hands down it.

I swallow and shift away.

The next day I come in to find Brandon on time. He's sitting up on the counter, looking down at his phone. I think about how mine is still dead and how everyone back home probably thinks I am too by now. I wonder if they're over my death by now, if I'm already old news. It's been almost three weeks, that seems like enough time for fake friends to grieve.

I won't have work tomorrow or Friday, and I'm looking forward to it I think. I don't know what else I'll do, but I won't have to be around Brandon. His glances torment me.