“No… to make him see I’m an option.”
“Dean offers to fuck you ten times a day.”
“It’s not Dean.” She takes a long sip of her drink. Lets out a soft moan. “He’s nothing like Dean.”
“Walker?”
“How is Walker nothing like Dean?”
“Brendon?”
“You’re not gonna guess.”
“I know him?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yeah.” I stare into her eyes. “You deserve a guy who will move the stars for you.”
She stares at her plate. Pushes her kale to its rim. “He would. If he was mine. But he’s not.”
“Tell me you’re not as hopeless as I am.”
Her laugh is sad. “Is anyone?”
“True.” I study her expression. Her brow is furrowed. Her eyes are turned down. She’s frustrated. And she’s off somewhere else.
Who the fuck is this idiot who can’t see how amazing she is?
I have to know.
“He, uh…” She takes a long sip of her iced coffee. “He’s the only person for me. I’ve tried to get over him, but I can’t. Is it the same for you?”
“I don’t want her anymore.”
She stares into my eyes. “I’m not sure I believe you.”
Me either.
She lets it slide. “He’s not like Penny. He’s a good guy. He deserves it.”
“How do you know?”
“How do you know you want to do tattoos?”
“That’s a stupid question.”
“Exactly.” She sits back. Brushes a purple strand behind her ears.
“No offense, Leigh, but he sounds like an idiot.”
“Why’s that?”
“He can’t see how amazing you are.”
Her eyes turn down. “He has his reasons.”
“How good could they be?”