Night Shift (Daydreamers, #1)

by Annie Crown

I tip my head back to look at him properly—and oh. Oh.

“Unfortunately, leaving this desk to help cranky kids with their homework isn’t in my job description.”

sydney ahh

If Vincent finds my monologue embarrassingly pretentious, he doesn’t say anything. His eyes are patient. Locked in. His attentiveness gives me the confidence to keep going.

I glance up at Vincent. It’s a mistake. He’s so close I can see freckles on the bridge of his nose and a little white scar just under his right eyebrow. His eyes aren’t on the poem. They’re on me.

The corner of Vincent’s mouth tugs up in a knowing smile. “So,” he says, “Thursdays and Sundays, you party.” “Yep.” “And on Fridays, you sit behind that front desk reading porn.”

HAHAHAHA sydney miranda ahh

“It’s Friday night. You’re young and pr—pretty smart, and you’ve got your head buried so deep in a romance novel I practically had to drag you out of it.

growl bruh.

“I need a minute.” My face flushes. “Oh. Oh, right.”

The heat in his eyes tells me that both our heads are in the gutter. It’s both a thrilling realization—that maybe I’m not entirely alone in my thirst—and a terrifying one. Because I bet a more experienced girl would know what all the teasing smiles and innuendos meant. What if this is how Vincent is? What if he flirts with everyone (baristas, professors, classmates in his labs) and I’m just a girl who overthinks everything and has a bad case of main character syndrome?

Do it for the plot.

FOR THE PLOTTTTTTT

There it is. The simple absurdity of my fear, laid out in plain English. I know that a question in response to a question can be a deflection tactic, but this doesn’t feel like that kind of a situation. This feels like Vincent has no fucking clue why the girl who told him to fuck off on his birthday is at the bookstore, dripping wet and bearing flowers, asking him if he stole her underpants.

But I don’t think I care anymore, because I’d rather be stupid than hurt you again. Because I really fucking like you.”

u js got her number…

“My girl.”