POV’s Tate
Ok, now this is getting weird. I was about to make up an excuse when someone else spoke for me. “She’s taken.”
I glanced over to find Philip standing beside me, shoulders rolled back, standing up at his full height.
Floch’s eyes widened for a brief moment before he smiled awkwardly. “Right, sorry. I didn’t know. My bad…” He slowly turned around, heading back to probably make Philip’s smoothie.
I turned to look at Philip, sipping from my smoothie. I let out an exaggerated moan as I tasted the perfection that was my drink. Out of the corner of my eye, Philip stilled, but I ignored him as I sipped away. “You know, thank God I have my big, strong, fake boyfriend. That would’ve been so awkward if I had to make up some other excuse to reject him.”
Philip leaned against the counte
