I watched Moth Tattoo walk towards the cafe, carrying the Johnny Rotten book still in his hand. A small smile curled my lips, feeling a sliver of satisfaction that he’d taken the suggestion. “So you talked to him?” Casey grinned as she slid up next to me.
“Huh?” Confusion washed over me for a moment, then my brain actually processed her words.
“Moth Tattoo,” she continued, turning back in the direction of the cafe.
“Oh, yeah!” I turned to the shelves in front of me again, continuing my task. “We talk all the time. He works at Stella Cucina.” It was only partially a lie. I would ask him for things in the kitchen, but that was as much as we really interacted. Still, though, he was a coworker now, so it didn’t feel so weird walking up and talking to him as it did when he was just that g
