“Do
you know what time it is?” he said, hands in pockets.
“I…didn’t
expect to see you here."
He
looked at her purse as she set it down on a random table. “You think?”
“Adam,
I just—”
“I
come here every afternoon,” he said. “For the precinct.”
“So
you weren’t—?”
“No,
nothing for me. I showed up.”
“It’s
still early.”
“I
had eggs benedict, if you wanted to know.”
“Oh,
you stayed?”
“Why
waste a good breakfast?”
“Well,
if it was good then—”
“Do
I need to ask why?”
“It
depends on what you think it is.”
“You
know I’m a cop, Lily.”
“Oh…”
“But
I wasn’t thinking like one.”
“Oh?”
“I
thought, maybe I smell funny or talk too much or…” he stared at her. “And then
I remembered
it
was your idea.”
“I
know.”
“So,
why? Wait, nevermind.”
“Can
I go?” she picked up her purse.
“You’re
guilty.”
She
stopped. “Adam, you can’t.”
“You’re
guilty and you’re trying to leave. Tell me the truth.”
“The
truth is what I told you already, I—”
“I
don’t want to hear it,” he said going to the barista. “I’ve got an order to
fulfill.”
“Adam,
I’m not guilty. I swear.”
“You
could’ve called.”
“Wait,
what?”
“What
what? You shouldn’t have let me wait like that.”
“What
am I guilty of, exactly?”
“Of
not coming? Of being a real asshole if I may say.”
She
laughed. “An asshole? Wow, yeah. Yeah!”
“Excuse
me?” he said, getting out his wallet.
“Why
would you use the word guilty?”
“What?”
“Nevermind.”
“Okay…”
“I’m
a complete asshole.”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Can
I make it up to you?”
“Why
would you?”
“I
want to, I really do.”
“I
don’t know.”
“At
least answer when I call you.”
“Maybe.”
“You
don’t have to play hard to get.” She
nudged him.
“You’re
so weird,” he said, trying not to smile.
“I
don’t want you to think I’m an asshole anymore.”
“If
anything, you probably think I’m the jerk for surprising you earlier.”
“It
was a good surprise.”
He
blushed.
“I’ll
call you, okay?” she said, walking towards the door.
“I
guess…Oh, wait!”
“What?”
“I
was going to use this as an excuse to find and lecture you but, my boss needs
to see you. Detective Romero.”
“Detective?”
“Yeah,
I don’t know. Maybe he thinks you’re an asshole too.”
She
tried to laugh, a cough coming out instead. “Yeah, maybe.”
“Stop
by his office after you make it up to me.”
He walked
away smiling, leaving her in the middle of the shop.
She
picked up her purse, whispering “Fuck.”
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