Chiron
An hour later my phone buzzes with a text. I’m in the middle of making a coffee, so I don’t check it. A couple of minutes later it buzzes three times in quick succession, nudging its way across the counter towards me. I grab it, shoving it into my pocket so that it doesn’t fall. Immediately there's vibration against my leg, alerting me to another volley of texts. After rushing to finish with the customer, I sneak into the kitchen to check my phone in private. There’s a string of messages from an unknown number. My pulse quickens and I suck in a breath. It must be Leo. Biting my thumbnail, I cautiously open the text app.
I cover my mouth to muffle my giggles while I save his number in my contacts. Why does he think I would give him a fake number? No fucking way. My heartbeat stutters a bit when I imagine him kissing me, remembering the night we met and how much I wanted it then. The butterflies are back, so I take a big deep breath to calm myself and send back a reply.
I anxiously watch the little dots bounce for a couple of seconds. They disappear and then start bouncing again. Tapping my fingers on my leg, I take a quick peek to the front to make sure I don’t have any customers waiting. Still all clear. I’ll be able to close soon, then I can text him all night if I want to. I should start my closing tasks now. At least then the time won’t feel like it’s dragging and it'll get me home sooner. My phone buzzes in my hand.
I can’t help it, I squeal and do a little happy dance. Slapping my hand over my mouth, I peek to see if anyone caught me. Still in the clear, but I definitely should get back to work.
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