"Why? Are they hot?"
I began to smirk. "Yeah, but also because Connor is mega annoying but shockingly lovable. Just like you."
"Thanks, Lee," he laughed. "I'll try to watch it soon, but I don't want people to ask why I'm watching a girly show."
My jaw unscrewed as I gaped at his description of the show. "First off, it's not a girly show."
"You watch girly shows, Lee," he told me matter-of-factly, and I felt myself becoming defensive.
I clenched my thighs together and exhaled slowly, so I wouldn't start cussing up and down about his stupidity. "You're a durak."
He laughed in a surprise and emphasized, "How?"
"Well first off, the show is literally called How To Get Away With Murder. Does that sound like a girly show?" I didn't give him time to reply, continuing my rant. "Also, I don't like girly shows. I like shows that represent strong female characters, not underdeveloped, one-dimension girls whose only purpose in the show or movie is to fall in love and all that jazz."
This was a topic I was way too passionate about, and once I started, I couldn't stop.
"Also, it makes no sense how I can watch a male-dominated movie or whatever, but guys can't watch a girl-dominated thing. Like, make it make sense. Does your masculinity get bruised when there's a female lead, or are you just an—"
"Okay, okay! You win." He released an unfiltered laugh, which lasted for a few seconds. I grinned in satisfaction and sagged my shoulders. I hadn't even noticed they were tensed up.
"Thank you. I knew I would," I bragged with a smirk, even though he couldn't see me.
Rolie kept on chuckling. "I wish I had something to be that passionate about."
"You can be passionate about losing!" I cheered with a wide grin before fiddling with the bottom of my biker shorts. It was hidden behind the apron.
He sighed in my ear. "You know what, you're right."
"I know I am."
With a snort, he replied, "Your confidence in your abilities are intimidating."
"I know that too," I teased as I stretched my back.
He laughed again, but quickly sobered up. When he softly cussed, I pushed myself off the back counter, losing my smile before my eyes glazed over the shop, wide-eyed. "What?"
For a few long seconds, he didn't answer. I heard him shuffling in the background before he muttered, "I have to go."
"Why? What's going on?" I rushed out, panicked.
He cussed again, and I forced myself to swallow. "I'll talk to you later, okay? Be safe." And before I could argue and demand for answers, he hung up on me.
Slowly pulling the phone away from my ear, I glared and bit the inside of my mouth in irritation. Hopefully he could call me soon, so I could hound him for answers.
With that thought, I smirked to myself before slipping my phone back on the bottom shelf—just as the door opened, revealing two middle-aged but well-dressed women.
I greeted them with a smile before using my people-friendly voice to ask what they'd like. They seemed to enjoy the energy I was rubbing off and began to rush out their order with a wide grin. I recorded it, and for the next twenty minutes, I was busy at work.
When they left shortly after, I was left alone. So, I used the time to check on the flowers in the cooler, ensuring none were dying.
I reached the row of chrysanthemum's when I heard my phone ringing, all the way from the counter.
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The Devil (BOOK I + II)
Romance[COMPLETED] Three years ago, she ran away from something she doesn't want to go back to, and never looked back. But that doesn't mean she's safe. 21 year old Alina Anthony thinks New York City is safe for her-well, safe enough to not be found. Hidde...
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