6: The "Not" Date (Lucky's POV)
He pulled back slowly, “Well, your name is safe with me,” I nodded and swallowed loudly, “Look, I know we don’t know much about each other, but why don’t we call each other friends going forward?” I nodded again without thinking, and he jutted his chin toward the window, “Good. I have to get going. Again, I’m really sorry that I have to cut this short.”
I looked out the window just in time to see a car with completely blacked out windows pull up to the curb outside the cafe. Two men, huge in stature but still smaller than Wyatt, stepped out of the backseat. I didn’t know much about cars or trucks, but this thing was massive if it was able to fit all of them in there.
I stood up and said, “Don’t worry about it.”
He started out the door, but turned around and stated, “I also won’t be back to the cafe this week. I’ll be out of town.”
With a wave, I smiled. He stepped out and climbed into the car after one of the guys waiting for him cracked a joke and they all laughed. The car pulled away quickly, nearly screeching as it made its way down the road.
Sandy stepped over to me with a rag in one hand and the other resting lightly on her hip. Her wispy hair waved in the AC. She playfully smacked my arm with the towel, “I didn’t know you knew Wyatt.”
“I don’t really,” I bumped my hip into hers, “We’re just new friends.”
“He doesn’t make friends easily,” she raised her eyebrows, “Neither do you, I suppose,” Sandy pursed her lips, “Now will you get your butt out of here? I only give you one day off every week and I’m tired of seeing you here.”
A small laugh escaped me, “Yeah, sure. Bye, Mike!” I called out and started for the door.
“Lucky, wait!” Mike yelped and leapt around the counter to walk up to me as Sandy shook her head. He nudged my shoulder with a closed fist, “Would you like to hang out with me after my shift?”
I narrowed my eyes, “Doing what, exactly?”
He shrugged, “Arcade?”
“Sure,” I drew out the word, “I’ll meet you here at 5?”
Mike grinned, “Yep.”
He waltzed away, his step a bit more peppy, and I wondered briefly what I had just gotten myself into. Letting out a deep breath, I walked out of the cafe and rounded the side of the building. Resting on the top step outside of the door to my room was a box. I made my way to it and picked it up gingerly before unlocking my room and stepping in.
As I opened the box, I gasped. Inside was a brand new phone and a pair of AirPods. I picked up the phone and looked at the note tucked behind it–
**Wrenlee,
**You really shouldn’t be running in the dark without either of these.
Feel free to text or call at any time.
**Your new friend,
Wyatt Clark**