By eight o’clock, Anna and I are standing outside karaoke Bar which is also our workplace.
Not tonight though.
Tonight we are customers.
“You look nervous,” Anna says.
“I’m not nervous.”
Why would I be nervous? It’s literally just Dean!
“You changed outfits four times.”
“Five.”
She smirks.
“For Dean?”
“No.”
“Margaux.”
“ANNA don’t start!”
She bursts out laughing.
“I’m kidding.”
“You’re evil.”
“And you wore lip gloss.”
“I always wear lip gloss.”
“You reapplied it three times.”
Traitor.
Before I can defend myself, a familiar black pickup pulls up.
And suddenly…
I forget how to breathe.
Dean climbs out.
Oh.
Oh, that’s unfair.
He’s wearing black jeans.
Black Henley.
Sleeves rolled up.
Hair messy.
Bruises scattered across his face.
The i***t looks even hotter n
