I didn’t sleep well that night. I suffered from bouts of insomnia, so when Evan greeted me the next morning right before we opened for business, he remarked on the bags under my eyes.
“You look like death warmed over.”
“The sleepless cycle has begun.” I rubbed my eyes, then blinked a couple of times, taking in his attire. “You’re wearing the same thing as yesterday. Didn’t make it home last night, did you?”
“Nope. I have a change of clothes in the office.” Evan radiated the air of the well-f****d, and his eyeliner was smudged. But even that couldn’t detract from his sunny disposition.
“I suppose it’s a good thing that you’d look hot in a garbage bag.”
“It’s a curse, and I know it.” He mock-sighed and gave me a little wave as he weaved through the aisles to the connecting door leading
