MACKENZIE: I’ll be there a little later though.
My second text is sort of like theI’m sorry, that wasn’t meant to sound short and meanmessage after feeling too snippy about it. I really do need to stop talking to him, but how do I get that across?
ZACHARY: Just wondering.
ZACHARY: Oh, you’re there now?
Where did he get that?
MACKENZIE: No. I’m getting my nails done now. LATER.
ZACHARY: OH! Gotcha. The nail place in downtown?
To confirm or not. I stare at the text a few seconds, but the nail tech nudges me.
“You ready for the next layer?” they ask.
“Yeah, sorry!” I say, and quickly type out a response. “Got distracted.”
MACKENZIE: Yes.
I hit send and lay my phone on the counter next to me.
“Who was that?” Kaitlynn asks.
“Zach.” I roll my eyes.
Kaitlynn’s lifted brows and kissy lips say it all.
“Stop it!” I tell her again. It’s never-ending lately.
“What’d he want?” she asks.
“He…” I drift off. What did he want? “I don’t know. He didn’t actually say.”
“I bet I know what he wants.” She sticks out her tongue and wiggles it around suggestively. “He’s hungry.”
“Oh my gods, Kaity! Stop!” I yelp.
Not in public! And no! That’s not what he wants. I mean I don’t think so. Sometimes I do think she lives to embarrass me publicly.
She grunts, happy with herself. “You know you want it.”
“I mean…” I shrug. There’s no use in denying that. “Generally speaking, not from him.”
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
I try to ignore her until my nails are done. She’s getting new acrylics, which take way longer than mine. So as usual, I’m waiting while she’s got her hands under the dryer.
“This takes forever,” I complain.
“Calm down.” Kaitlynn thoughtlessly yanks her hand out from under the light and brushes me off.
“Get that hand back under there,” I chide her, and she shoves her hands under the machine. “You close tonight?”
“I get off at eight. Landon and Dawn close,” she says, and pulls her hands back, checking them. “And we’re dry.”
“Finally!” I gasp. “If you want to come over and watch TV when you get off, you can.”