Chapter 12
Sawyer
W hy didn’t I ask for her number? Why did I have to be such an asshole to her?
I can feel eyes on me, and I notice that every single person in the damn coffee shop is looking at me. Gawking at me is more accurate.
I feel a pang of guilt in my chest that I caused a scene in front of everyone, but I had to get her attention. The only way I knew how to do it was to be a dick.
I clearly made her uncomfortable, but I liked it, and if I didn’t know any better, I think she liked it too.
“Date number three?” An old man calls over to me. “Does she know that?” He chuckles.
“She does. She’s just pretending not to.” I leave without so much as a backward glance at the people staring at me, and on foot, I follow the girls, keeping enough distance that they can’t see me.
As if by magic, Autumn’s friend turns right at the end of the street instead of left, and the girls go their separate ways for the first time in two weeks.