Chapter 42
Well. It sucked when you felt sorry for someone even though he’d made your life miserable in high school.
“Everything all right?” Tess, the barista, stood by the table, and she seemed to be bristling with resentment.
“Yeah. Mitch had to go back to work.”
“Just to let you know, he may have been coming on to you, but he has someone in his life.”
“Huh?”
“That roommate he may or may not have mentioned? That would be me, and if you think you can waltz into his arms—”
“Oh, no, you’ve got it wrong!” Mitch was bi? How had I never picked up on that? “We just went to school together.”
“Sure you did. You done?”
“Uh…yeah?”
She took the cups and turned away, her spine stiff.
I’d planned on buying a canister of the cocoa mix, but I thought better of it. Instead, I gathered up the books and CD and went to the checkout to pay for them.
Mitch was nowhere to be seen.
* * * *