ZOE
I’m fine. Really. I can handle this. It’s just… Blake.
No big deal. ]
Just the guy who’s been a complete jerk ever since he strolled back into my life with that stupid smirk. But apparently, just when I finally, finally decided to stop chasing him, he’s decided that my shift at the ring toss booth is the perfect time to grace me with his presence.
I focus on handing rings to a kid who’s barely tall enough to reach the counter, hoping—praying—Blake will just keep walking. Maybe if I ignore him hard enough, he’ll get the hint and leave. I’m practically radiating “go away” energy, but of course, he’s either oblivious or just really, really enjoying torturing me.
I keep my eyes fixed on the booth, pretending not to see him sidling up, but I can feel him there, like some annoying shad
