CHAPTER 18: The man in the booth
Walking into the café, I spotted Bess behind the counter, her curls tied up in a messy bun, as she sorted out customer's orders.
For a moment, I just stood there, watching her, laden with guilt and the fear of being ignored by my best friend. I knew I was harsh on her last night. I wanted to apologize, and I only hoped I wasn't too late. I swallowed the lump in my throat and walked up to the counter.
“Hey,” I said quietly.
She looked up, and for a second, and her expression tightened, turned guarded, maybe even a little cold. She resumed what she was doing, throwing a curt nod at me. “Hey too.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, words tumbling out before I could lose my nerve. “I'm sorry for acting the way I did last night.” I exhaled heavily. “I'm an i***t, and you
