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anything, she was more than satisfied with what she had heard—I snatched
back my bagel and resumed my lunch.
“Fuck, Lina,” she said through her ear-to-ear smile.
I flinched. “Rosalyn, did you just swear”—I blinked—“while grinning
like a Cheshire cat?”
“Fuck yes, I did, you goddamn idiot.”
Jaw hanging open, I watched her look around, lifting the few things we
had lying on the table and putting them right back where they had been, an
unconvinced expression on her face.
“What the hell are you doing?” My throat worked, trying to pass down
my bagel.
“Looking for something I can throw at your head,” she answered
nonchalantly. But that grin was still there.
Is this angry Rosie? It was unsettling.
“Maybe if I did, I’d knock some sense into your hard head. Although
from what you are telling me, you are not only stubborn, but also pretty darn
blind. So, really, I am at a loss here. I just want to smack you and see what
happens.”
My mouth snapped shut. “Smack me? That’s where your loyalty lies, socalled
friend?”
She leveled me with a look that immediately sobered me up. “Lina.”
As I released a breath, my shoulders fell with defeat. “I know, okay? I
deserve some of that smacking.” I knew how fucking dumb I had been. How
blind and stubborn. I knew she was right. But I was also starting to
understand what I felt for Aaron and how big and scary it was. “Rosie, I think
… no. I know that I—”
“Oh no,” she cut my words off.
And at the same time, a head popped up in my field of vision.
“Hi, Rosie, Lina. How are you ladies doing?”
As of right now, not too well anymore, I wanted to tell him.
“Hello, Gerald,” I muttered instead.
Neither of us bothered to answer his question.
Not that he cared, apparently, because he stayed rooted in place.
“So, how was the vacay, Lina?”
The vacay. It hadn’t even been a holiday—I had just taken three days off,
for Christ’s sake—but there was no point in correcting him.
Turning in my chair and facing him with what I hoped wasn’t a grimace, I