I licked a glob of avocado off my finger, sensing he was two seconds shy of storming off. But those two seconds turned into twenty minutes. And he was still there. He’d break before the salon. I mean, no respectable guy would watch a girl they barely knew get her ladybits waxed, let alone a girl they did know. Once I’d polished off both plates, I hopped down from my stool. “Hey, Alicia. My neighbor’s gluten-intolerant and wanted to hear all the options you have for people with sensitive bowels.” I was pleasantly surprised my statement hadn’t cost me a feather. What it did cost me was another
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