![]() ![]() Resolutely, she keeps the fears that drove her from home in the first place out of her head, hoping against hope that they won’t show on her face. So she focuses her attention elsewhere instead, studying the grooves and scratches embedded in the table’s surface. Besides, she already knows exactly who it is, and if she sees him coming toward her looking all concerned and sympathetic, she’s not sure she can handle it. Which is very unlike her, yes, but at the moment she just doesn’t have the energy for it. The rusty old bells that have probably announced the entrance of the entire town at one point or another jangle cheerily at the front of the shop, but she doesn’t bother to glance up. Something reassuring that tells her it’s okay to drop the mask, lay off the act, to trust that if she falls, he won’t just be there to catch her-he'll also be happy to do it. But there’s something about him that makes her want to let go. The idea of someone knowing her well enough to gauge when she’s worried and putting up a front ought to unnerve her. No, if anything, she’s spent most of her life upending expectations and enjoying every second of it. Of being truly seen,’because what is she, some insecure protagonist from a mediocre YA novel whose author fondly and erroneously imagines themselves to be the next J.D. She’s never cared much for the idea of being predictable. She’s never yet managed to fool him, and she’s starting to think it’s useless to even try.Īnd it really should scare her, she thinks, listlessly stirring her milkshake and staring into its creamy depths as though it’ll reveal something important to her if she only looks long enough. For whatever reason, he reads her better than anyone she’s ever known. His texts sound as though he’s humoring her, playing along with the charade like he always does when he can tell she doesn’t want to talk about something. ![]() ![]() In all honesty, he probably already suspects. The second he lays eyes on her he’ll recognize the move for what it is (hiding), and he’ll know she’s been lying about the whole I’m good thing. He hasn’t been, not since the day they met. She is, after all, still visible to most of the restaurant.īut Archie isn’t just anyone. To anyone who doesn’t know her very well, there’s nothing at all unusual about sitting in the corner of the farthest back booth at Pop’s. Veronica sighs, placing her phone on the table and pushing it toward the wall. You know, you should really open your own detective agency. Just had a small chocolate craving and forgot to text you change of location. Stopped by ur place & S said u went out hrs ago. ![]()
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