“Thought we could grab a cup of coffee. I get a break when the next employee shows up in, like, an hour.”
Melissa thought an hour was just enough time to concoct a way to introduce the idea of him helping her obtain the supplies she needed to prove her worth to Anya. Anya—she hadn’t even thought of the witch or the book or the Chosen One or the vultures or the cult since she had stepped into this store. Cash had proved a good distraction from the darkness and had made her feel like a giddy teenager again—normal.
“I’ll come back to get you in an hour. It’s a date,” she said a little too cheerily for her liking and blushed. “I … don’t mean that we are … dating now, or anything. I just meant … that we—”
“You’re adorable when you get flustered. Get outta here. I’ll see ya in an hour, Rainbo
