Chapter 86

When he turned from the counter, his eyes—wow, they were piercing—caught mine and I hastily looked away, fumbled my sandwich and cup of water before practically running out the door, face hot and bright red, no doubt. Real smooth, buddy.

I made it back to my office, sticking my sandwich in the fridge before carrying the water to my desk. What a great impression I’d made. Still, he was quite a sight, from the brief glimpse I’d gotten. Light brown eyes behind trendy black-rimmed glasses, and a face more pretty than handsome. The shirt had been unbuttoned enough I had seen a hint of chest, not a hair in sight.

Well, I now knew he went to Quiznos sometimes, not that I’d ever do anything about it. After embarrassing myself like that, I would be eating elsewhere for a while.

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Three weeks later, I was walking down the sidewalk toward the train station after nine in the evening when I heard someone screaming, “Help!”