Sexy as hell, isn’t it?”
I rolled my eyes, hoping none of the tears threatening to fall made it past my lashes. “That’s not what I’m talking about. You should have said something. Maybe I could have seen Tristan before he left.”
“Tristan’s gone?” One of our female customers asked as she waited for her coffee. I tried to hide my annoyance while Keisha nodded sadly at her. The customer sighed gruffly as she left with her iced coffee. I made a face at her back.
“Sweetie, you knew he was leaving all along. Come on, you didn’t think this was going to last forever, did you?” She looked at me and sighed, hugging me loosely as I continued to work when she realized I took my summer romance a bit more seriously than she did. I’d never done this before. My heart had no practice.
“I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye.”
“Don’t be sad, Callie. He’ll call you when he gets back to California. He really likes you. This isn’t the end.”
I looked up sadly at the tourist who was waiting impatiently for their iced cappuccino. I squirted whipped cream on the top and handed them the drink, barely watching what I was doing.
“He’s going to forget all about me.” Taryn’s warning thundered again ominously in my head. I felt myself crumbling even though no one else seemed to understand why. “He’s always going to think of last night when he thinks of me.”
“No, he’s not! He’s going to think of all of the other good things that had happened this summer.”
I poured another coffee, narrowly missing my unburned hand, and sighed. “I hope you’re right.”
Once the rush quieted, I stole a few minutes to sit outside at the picnic table behind the restaurant reserved for our breaks. I didn’t wait for anyone else to take break. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to embrace the silence, reacquaint myself with it. Tristan’s spirit surrounded me. I welcomed the memories, like a hug. I prayed Keisha knew what she was talking about.
All I could do now was wait.
About the Author
Kristen shares a birthday with Steven Tyler and Diana Ross. She spends each day striving to be half as fabulous as they are. She’s worn many hats, none as flattering as her cowboy hat: banker, retail manager, fledgling web designer, world’s worst cocktail waitress, panty slinger, now makeup artist and aspiring author. She loves sunshine, live music, the middle of nowhere, and finding new things to put in her house. Kristen is represented by Pam van Hylckama Vlieg of Foreword Literary.
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I rolled my eyes, hoping none of the tears threatening to fall made it past my lashes. “That’s not what I’m talking about. You should have said something. Maybe I could have seen Tristan before he left.”
“Tristan’s gone?” One of our female customers asked as she waited for her coffee. I tried to hide my annoyance while Keisha nodded sadly at her. The customer sighed gruffly as she left with her iced coffee. I made a face at her back.
“Sweetie, you knew he was leaving all along. Come on, you didn’t think this was going to last forever, did you?” She looked at me and sighed, hugging me loosely as I continued to work when she realized I took my summer romance a bit more seriously than she did. I’d never done this before. My heart had no practice.
“I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye.”
“Don’t be sad, Callie. He’ll call you when he gets back to California. He really likes you. This isn’t the end.”
I looked up sadly at the tourist who was waiting impatiently for their iced cappuccino. I squirted whipped cream on the top and handed them the drink, barely watching what I was doing.
“He’s going to forget all about me.” Taryn’s warning thundered again ominously in my head. I felt myself crumbling even though no one else seemed to understand why. “He’s always going to think of last night when he thinks of me.”
“No, he’s not! He’s going to think of all of the other good things that had happened this summer.”
I poured another coffee, narrowly missing my unburned hand, and sighed. “I hope you’re right.”
Once the rush quieted, I stole a few minutes to sit outside at the picnic table behind the restaurant reserved for our breaks. I didn’t wait for anyone else to take break. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to embrace the silence, reacquaint myself with it. Tristan’s spirit surrounded me. I welcomed the memories, like a hug. I prayed Keisha knew what she was talking about.
All I could do now was wait.
About the Author
Kristen shares a birthday with Steven Tyler and Diana Ross. She spends each day striving to be half as fabulous as they are. She’s worn many hats, none as flattering as her cowboy hat: banker, retail manager, fledgling web designer, world’s worst cocktail waitress, panty slinger, now makeup artist and aspiring author. She loves sunshine, live music, the middle of nowhere, and finding new things to put in her house. Kristen is represented by Pam van Hylckama Vlieg of Foreword Literary.
Also from Fast Foreword
Coyote Run
Once Upon a Time: Queen of All/Enemy Inside
Find out more at http://forewordliterary.com/fast-foreword .
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