Beau’s POV
Once Mari left the shop, I stood there in a daze. The line ahead disappeared, yet I didn’t want to move. The sherbet sensei called for my attention. “I can help the next person in line.”
“Sorry about that.”
Just as I was about to place my order, the bell at the top of the door jingled. Someone else entered the shop. Out of habit, I turned to see who it was. The woman lit up when our eyes met. Internally, I groaned. I couldn’t stand her.
“Beau! Is that you? Oh my god! It’s so good to see you.”
She ran up to me, trying to grab a hold of my arm. I placed my hand up to stop her. “Beau? You don’t recognize me? It’s me, Pamela. Pamela Martin. We went to college together.”
The man behind the counter rolled his eyes. I assume he just wanted me to order. Ignoring her, I placed my o
