“There was no way for you to know. He was very charming, to say the least—well, in the beginning that is.”
Simon grabbed my phone and the napkin from my hand. “We’re texting Gavin. They’re traveling home today, right?”
“They should be home by now. They had another win last night, and they play the Sharks here tomorrow.” I wanted to fight Simon for my phone, but a small part of me was excited that he was going to text Gavin. I was just so freaking nervous that he had been drunk at the bar and didn’t really want me to have his number.
“Perfect excuse to send him a little congratulations text then.”
Simon typed away on my phone, reading the text out loud to me. “Hey Gavin, sorry for my delay, it’s been a crazy couple of days. Great win last night.”
I shrugged. “Whatever you think is best.”
He beamed, singing, “Simon says! And sent.”
Handing me back my phone, he flagged down the server to bring us another boat of sashimi and him another Cosmo.
“Who is going to eat all of that?” I glared down at our still half-full first boat.
With a sly grin on his face, he narrowed his eyes. “Trust me, we’ll be needing it.”
My phone buzzed across the table as a couple texts came through.
Gavin: Hey, you! I’ve been thinking of you.
Gavin: I just walked in the door to my new place with nothing but a bed in it, trying to figure out what to have for dinner.
Gavin: What are you up to?
I shrieked a little as my face and ears got warm. “He texted back.”
Simon leaned back in his chair, a triumphant look plastered on his face. “Invite him to eat some of our sushi.”
“Simon, you’re one sneaky little queen, aren’t you?” I started typing away in response to Gavin.
Me: Just ordered way more sushi than I know what to do with. Join us?
Gavin: Us? And where?
Me: My boss, Simon Abrams, and I will drop a pin and send it to you.
Gavin: Simon? No shit. He’s hilarious. I’ll swing by for sure.
Gavin
I changed my shirt three times.
Why the fuck am I this nervous?
I hopped in a cab and was at a hole-in-the-wall Japanese place within thirty minutes of Myla texting me.
Walking in, I saw Simon waving at me from a booth in the back of the tiny restaurant.
“Hey, guys.” I slid in next to Myla. “Thanks for the invite. I don’t even have plates at my new place yet. You saved me from eating pizza on the floor.”
“Glad you could make it.” Myla could barely even look at me.
Guess we’re both nervous—that’s a good sign.
“How was the game last night?” Simon asked before downing the last of his fruity cocktail.