Coming July 20th... Pretending to be in love never felt so real.
“Er… can I get a cappuccino too, please? Just with normal milk.”
“Sure,” I said as I reached under the counter to start grabbing a selection of takeaway cups. “What size did you want?”
“Just a regular. I don’t need as much caffeine as them. And can I get one of the cornflake nests too, please?” He smiled at me warmly then turned to his companion. “Come on, Henry, what do you want?”
The taller man, Henry, gave me a dazzling smile that revealed perfect white teeth. Definitely something to do with the filming. The name Henry nagged in the back of my head, but the rest of me was too busy trying to make coffee. “I’ll have a large latte also with an extra shot, please. And…” He glanced at the cabinet filled with baked goods that Spencer had been up making since five. “What would you recommend?”
I tried not to sigh with irritation. I wasn’t a baker and I didn’t know what anyone else except me liked. It was all very well saying I loved this Danish or that cake, but as soon as I did, the other person was bound to say, Oh, I don’t like that.
Why fucking ask if they already knew they didn’t like things I might suggest?
“What do you like?” I asked, letting my eyes meet his.
“I’m open to anything,” he said and from somewhere beside him, someone sighed. Was he trying to flirt with me? Cute, but that wasn’t happening. Ever.
“Try the apple and miso Danish then. Sounds like an unusual combination but it works.”
“I like the sound of that.” He looked me up and down, and I knew he was taking in my eyeliner, tattoo sleeves, and dark nail polish. “Unusual things can sometimes be the best.”
I stared at him, expression neutral. “Seriously? You’re going with that?”
“With what?”
“Unusual things can sometimes be the best,” I said sarcastically. “If you’re trying to flirt with me, don’t. You’re not good at it.” Someone snorted and another one of them muttered, “Ouch.” I turned to Gemma and just said, “That’ll be twenty-eight ninety-five. Cash or card?”
Gemma paid with her card and I hurriedly made all their drinks and slid their food into individual paper bags. Henry was staring at me, his mouth open like a shocked goldfish. I almost wanted to say something. “Thanks so much,” Gemma said, taking twenty quid out of her purse and putting it into the little tip cup someone had put by the till.
They took their drinks and headed towards the door. I watched them leave, almost relieved to see the back of them.
“Alex,” said Spencer’s shocked voice from behind me, and I turned to see him and Cleo standing in the kitchen door. “Please don’t tell me you just snarked at Henry Lu?”
“What?”
“Fucking Christ,” Spencer muttered. “Bro, that was Henry Lu. The actor.”
“And Gemma Lee, Tamsin Chu, and Jude Kane,” Cleo added. She was practically vibrating in shock. Or maybe it was excitement. “Holy fuck, Jude Kane was here and you didn’t even fucking tell me. That’s twice I’ve missed him!”
“I… That wasn’t…” I glanced back at the door as if the group of people would magically reappear. There was something about Henry’s smile and casual flirting that had gotten under my skin and irritated me in a way I hadn’t experienced in years. “Well, next time you can deal with them. Henry Lu is a fucking ass.”
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