Page 13 of Fighting Fate

“Please,” I practically beg, digging into my bag for my purse so I can give him a tip. “I’m late for an important meeting and—”

“I must really like you…or your face really is that pretty,” he chuckles at me, leaning back as though he’s inspecting me properly while pulling his phone from his pocket. “Okay, let me check…”

The scent of verdure fills my lungs as I inhale deeply. They are stunning blooms. Full and vibrant. So bloody beautiful that I’m hoping against all hope that they’re not from Peter. No one else would send me these. Except for those closest to me, I don’t know anyone who’s aware of my fondness for hydrangeas.

“Umm…they’re from a Mr. R. Knight, and the message on the card is basically asking you out on a date.” Looking up from his phone, he widens his eyes. “Fuck me, he must really like you to spend this much money on asking you out.”

“Please take them back.” That way I don’t have to address this whole stupid show. I can pretend that it never happened and that it’s not kind of sweet. A little bit. Marginally…

Fuck. Fuuuuuck. Fuck!

I really fucking hate him.