“Hey, can we talk?” Issac’s voice sounds behind me, and I choose to ignore him. I don’t give two f***s about whatever he has to say, so I simply pretend as if I don’t hear him.
Stepping up to the counter, I ordered two black coffees, glancing at the case and picking a few different sweets I thought might interest Lilah. Nothing will compare to her favorites at Lillith’s, but I’ll be damned if I return empty-handed.
The woman behind the counter smirks at me, “You don’t look like the kind of guy who indulges in sweets.”
She’s flirting with me. I’ve never been great at reading social cues, but from the way her eyes kept finding me as I slowly made my way through the line, to the slowness of her movements now that I’m actually here. Combine that with her comment, and the picture forms.
