“Hot date with Matt tonight?” I ask Malia, locking the front door of Fringe.
“He’s coming over. I told him I would cook.” She sets her purse on the ground and puts on her jacket. “It’s colder than I thought.”
“I hope he treats you better than he does the servers.” I shove my keys in my purse.
“I only agreed because I want to see how he handles himself. This could be the end or a new beginning. It’ll depend on how he treats me.” She looks over my shoulder and purses her lips. “I better get going.”
“Oh. Okay,” I say, swinging my bag over my shoulder.
“See you tomorrow.” She leans to the side of me and lifts her hand in a wave. “Hi, Gavin.”
“Hi, Malia.” That deep voice sends a shiver up my spine.
Malia giggles as though she can tell the effect he has on me and turns around, heading to
