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I wouldn’t say I’m the guy who rescues damsels in distress. It’s not that I’m attracted to women who appear weaker.
Quite the opposite.
Watching my younger sister go through what she did, and become the woman she is now? I know that women aren’t the weaker sex. I’ve seen it with my own eyes.
Sophia doesn’t strike me as weak.
Did she have a weak moment?
Sure. But we all have them.
And let’s just put it out there—I was caught by her beauty well before I knew why she’d been down the other night.
“But to save you from the impending coronary attack, Emina dropped me off.”
A sudden calm washes over me at her words. “I thought she goes to bed early.” I desperately want to just stand by the bar and talk to her, but I also know the longer I stand around, the later Saint and I will get out.
If only for the respect of my closing partner, I know I have to keep working.
Usually in closing, I mop the floors before running the last of the glassware, but I switch it up tonight so I have an excuse to be near Sophia and continue our conversation.
“She does. But this was her idea.”
“This?”
“Coming back tonight. Giving you company on your way home. Bringing back your sweatshirt.”
Chuckling, I place glasses on the blue crate that will go in the glassware washer. After this load, I’ll have to clean the machine too.
“Ah, you’re the type to evade and avoid, aren’t you?”
“When embarrassed? Abso-freaking-lutely.”
Scrunching my brows, I glance up at her, still placing glasses on the crate. “What’s to be embarrassed about?” At least she has a half-grin on her face.
“One,” she puts her elbow on the bar and lifts a finger. “I’m not the kind to get that wasted. I’m not a big drinker to begin with, and if I’m going to drink, I prefer to do it in my comfies while on my couch.”
“Your comfies?” I can’t help but tease.
Her half-smile fills and her eyes brighten. “Yes, my comfies. Pajamas. Sweats. The likes.”
“I figured that’s what they were. Just haven’t heard them labeled that way.”
“It’s because they’re comfortable. Comfy.”
“Yeah, I got that,” I chuckle. “Two?”
“I’m sorry?”
“You were counting the reasons why you’re embarrassed. You gave me one, what’s two?” I bend to place the crate in the washer, then look around the bar for any other random glasses. The only one that remains is Sophia’s, but leaving one or two glasses in the industrial-sized sinks back in the kitchen isn’t a big deal.
“Oh, yes. Two.” She holds up a second finger. “I... Never mind.” She brings her hand back down to her lap.
Grinning, I lean into the bar, my hands backward, grasping the edge. “No, tell me. What’s two?”
She regards me for what feels like thirty long seconds before she shrugs and looks down. “If I recall correctly, I shared the reason why I was in the state I was in.”
“Josh.”
