The rest of the day couldn’t pass quickly enough for Patrick. He kept looking over his shoulder, expecting Carey to be there again. Don’t be a fool. He’s busy at work. You’ll see him tonight, won’t you? He still couldn’t believe Carey had asked him out. Him.
He was a nervous wreck, a disaster waiting to happen—Leena had even suggested he keep away from the higher priced items after he knocked over a box of Marvel comics and spilled the books all over the floor. “Just sit down.” She had pushed Patrick’s hands away as he tried to help pick up the comics. “You’re destroying my booth.”
“I don’t mean to.” At least sitting in the chair Patrick could stare out at the crowds and think about Carey, remember the feel of his hands in his pockets, the closeness of his body, the way he had smiled a
