Today, the stares resumed, but this time people did a double-take.
Why, you might ask?
Well, because I was wearing sunglasses inside the café. And not just any normal sunglasses, but one big enough to swallow half of my face. It was the only pair of sunglasses I had, and I would sooner show people my t**s than let them see my swollen eyes, so here we are.
It’s not like the café had any policy against wearing sunglasses, so they should all calm their t**s. Also, it was pretty helpful, because then I could stare back at them with so much disgust without getting caught.
You could almost say it was fun. But then… the bell dinged as it had for the hundredth time, but this time, when my eyes moved to the door, my breath hitched.
There he was, Jackson, walking into the café like he'd been
