“Quinn got you home safely?” he questions, his eyes narrowing, confused by my sudden jumpiness.
“Yeah, he did,” I reply, brushing my hair over my forehead, hoping the thick makeup conceals the bruise I have hidden underneath.
There is an uncomfortable silence, and Tabitha immediately picks up on it.
“Okay, so…” She claps her hands. “Dinner tonight will be fun.”
I breezed through work without my mind wandering to Quinn too often. And that’s because it felt wrong every time Tristan smiled at me or pulled me in for a hug.
I feel like I’m deceiving him somehow, and I hope Quinn talks to him before dinner because I don’t know how long I can keep this up.
Finally, our shift ends, and because it’s Sunday, we close up early.
Tabitha and I are freshening up in the locker room, and she huffs
