Zean and Shay's bickering stops, their attention now fully towards us. As was Bailey and Jay's, their mouths half open, gobsmacked.
Beck grazes his crimson red cheek with his fingertips. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry, I silently chant hoping he would be able to read my mind.
I guess I should have put more thought into this. Oh, God. If I had a doubt he might use the three favors I owed him for humiliating s**t, I guess that doubt was now solidified into a promise because the look that passed him was sheer fuckin' anger.
The only sound in the entire bakery was the coffee machine and Jay's booming laughter. "Hell, yeah!" Jay lifts my hand in the air and collides it with his. "Up top, new girl. You're my new favorite!" I swear, only he can find a serious situation like this funny.
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