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Kyle was right. I’m not good for anything but making a scene.
“I’m not really good at the whole dealing with sad women thing, but it looks like you might need these,” Wesley says softly.
A travel-size pack of tissues slides into my field of view.
That little bit of kindness bursts the dam inside me. All the tears and hurt I’d been holding back from dealing with Henri and everything else comes flooding out.
I know I’m embarrassing him and making a horrible first impression, but I just can’t seem to stop.
“Oh, shit. I was just trying to… I didn’t mean to make things worse. You, um, don’t move. Just wait here, okay?”
As he walks away, I hear him muttering to himself, “Just wait here? Yeah, that was comforting. Why am I so damn bad at this?”
If he comes back to this table and you're still a pathetic mess, he is never going to respect you.
Dry your eyes, suck it up, and stop being such a baby, then maybe you can salvage this dumpster fire of a meeting.
A few moments later, my eyes are bone dry and he’s come back to the table with a little box.
He opens it and shoves it toward me first.
“Cupcakes?”
“Well, the tissues didn’t seem to help and I like dessert when I’m having a shitty day, so I thought…” Wesley shrugs. “One’s chocolate, the other one is lemon ricotta.
“I was going to get two chocolate ones, but I didn’t want you to think I was stereotyping you with the whole woman-chocolate thing, so I figured I’d get two different ones and let you pick first.”
I can’t help but laugh.
“What?” he asks anxiously.
“I’m sorry.” I smile apologetically. “It’s just for someone who claims they’re really bad at the whole crying women thing, you’re doing a fantastic job of it.”
He rubs the back of his neck and sighs. “I didn’t mean for you to hear that.”
“It’s sweet of you to worry at all, especially after how much this must have embarrassed you. I'm sure you didn't need any of the nonsense and dramatics I put you through today. So, thank you for putting up with me.”
A look I don’t understand passes over his face.
It almost looks like he’s working himself up to say something, but my phone alarm goes off, putting an end to our meeting.
“I have to start heading back now or I’m going to be late. I’m sorry we didn’t get to plan things out a little more.”
“Based on what we’ve talked about today and what I saw in your portfolio, I know exactly how to move forward. Just leave it with me. I promise I’ll have everything ready when we meet next week. You are going to come back next week, right?”
Between the blatant flirting and then the waterworks, how am I ever going to be able to look him in the eye again, much less take a class from him for sixteen weeks?
“I have to go.”
I snatch up my bag and race out of there without a backward glance.
8
JAMIE
As soon as I walk into the venue, I immediately understand why Wesley has been acting giddier than a kid at Christmas in the lead up to tonight.
The pop up event is set up nearly identically to the previous ones we've been to but with one major difference.
