“You better not be avoiding me, Star Griffin.”
James’ disconcerted voice blares into my ears. At the same time, I walk right into a puddle, soiling my blue suede boots.
“Dammit!” I hiss as I shake the water off.
“Countless number of calls and texts and all I get back is a two sentence reply?” He tuts in mock vexation. Underneath his light, teasing tone is an inflection of hurt and my heart squeezes a little.
“James,” I whine, “I already told you; I was busy the entire weekend.”
“That’s a sorry excuse for not wanting to talk but I accept it. Are you still booked today?”
I approach the wide intersection that leads to several streets full of towering office buildings. Soft Rock’s spire is visible from here and I’m briefly mesmerized with the way it teases the early morning clouds.
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