Chapter Nine
Ethan
For being a type A personality, I really lack skills in time management. Arriving late to work isn’t a new thing for me, but this morning I’m an extra ten minutes late because Mrs. Andrews decided to chat with me about her concerns over Seth. I mentioned that Dylan was probably a better candidate to have that conversation with since he still lives with him. Then her questions about why I wanted two bagels instead of one today started and I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Lying to her didn’t feel great.
Dropping off a French toast bagel with plain cream cheese on Blanca’s desk was something I envisioned from the moment I decided I’d do so last night.
In my head she’d be all flirty smiles and hopefully forgot to button her blouse all the way up. Okay, yeah, I kn
