Caroline
There's been a smile on my face all day as I've worked at the shop. Every time I've gotten a minute or two, I'll try to covertly look out and see what Nash is doing. Bailey is on to me though, I can tell. She keeps looking at me with a little grin every time I get up and go out to the fridge in the shop to get something to drink. This is my fourth trip and it's not even lunchtime yet.
Her gaze says, You're gonna have to figure out how to explain why you aren't going to the bathroom every fifteen minutes. On the side of my desk four drinks sit untouched. "Shut up," I tell her, annoyed that she's thinking all the things I am. It's not only me though, I've caught Nash looking my way a time or two in a way that wouldn't exactly be classified as strictly friendly. His eyes flash wit
