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Inhaling a deep breath, she shakes her head. “And stop fucking talking to yourself, you weirdo.”
And just like that, on the worst day of the year, I feel my lips tilt up in amusement.
I watch with rapt attention as she pulls out her phone and calls someone, placing it on speaker while she paces the restroom.
I should probably announce my presence. This feels like an invasion of privacy, but I have no idea how to explain my current situation.
Hey, I just like hanging out in the women’s restroom. Don’t worry about me. I’m going to wash my hands real quick. Can you move over?
I eavesdropped on your conversation with the Head of our Health and Wellness Department. I can go to HR with you if you’d like. Also, you’re like really pretty.
“Hey, what’s up?” a man’s voice says on the other end of the phone.
I immediately hate him.
“Do you have time to talk?” she asks. “I kind of need to talk.”
“I have team photos right now, and I’m up next. Are you okay?”
She closes her eyes for a moment, composing herself. “Yeah, of course. I just wanted to say hi to my stepbrother.”
Stepbrother. Noted.
“Well, hi. I miss you. Is your first day going well?”
She stares right at herself in the mirror and lies. “It’s going great.”
“Good. Hey, I’ve gotta go. I’m up for pictures but call me later and we’ll catch up.”
She plasters on a smile that even I, a complete stranger, know is fake. “Will do.” Kennedy hangs up the phone, then drops her head with a quiet “fuck.”
I know nothing about this girl, but I do know she needs someone to make her smile, and that’s my specialty. I’m also a bit of a believer in fate, and though this day is my least favorite date on the calendar, I tend to find meaning in things on this day.
Maybe I was supposed to overhear that conversation.
Maybe I found myself stuck in the women’s restroom because she needs someone to talk to.
Maybe my mom sent me on her path today.
That last belief has me closing my eyes and opening my mouth before I’ve fully thought it through. “If you need someone to talk to about that job offer, I can help.”
God, how fucking creepy was that?
I reopen my eyes to watch hers shoot to the mirror before they find my feet in the reflection.
“What are you doing in the women’s restroom?”
“Did the size thirteens give me away?”
“Are you spying on me?”
“Well, technically, I was here first. Remember?”
Her eyes narrow as they trail up the stall, finding mine through the narrow crack. “Are you going to answer any of my questions or just keep responding with your own?”
A bark of a laugh escapes me. I like this one.
“I’m hiding in the women’s restroom because I’m having a shit day, and from what I overheard, so are you.”
