Haley
I’m late walking out the door of the pizzeria and West will be more than happy to throw it in my face after I gave him a hard time a few weeks back. The cold wind slaps my cheeks and there’s a sense of comfort when West backs his SUV out of his spot and eases his car next to me.
I open the door, slide in and smile. The heater is on full force and every single vent is pointed in my direction. Sitting in the driver’s side like he’s done nothing amazing, West sure does make it difficult to not fall.
“How was work?” he asks.
“Slow.” Which means that I didn’t make the tips I was hoping for.
West reaches to the backseat and I quickly lift my freezing hands to the heater. Yeah, they’re cold again and, yes, I’m trying to hide it from West.
“Hey, Haley,” he says.
I drop my hands. “Yeah?”
A handful of pink roses appear in front of me. Air catches in my throat and I lose the ability to speak.
The roses shake in front of me and I snap out of my shock long enough to take them. “Thank you.”
West presses on the gas and turns onto the main road. “This is what I was thinking. We work out, you process this and then later we’ll discuss how we’ll handle moving things from simple to complicated.”
“A little full of yourself, aren’t you?” Yet I say it as I inhale the sweet scent of the largest rose.
“You like guys that show with flowers, remember?”
I laugh and West smiles at the sound. How on earth did he remember?
“Okay,” I say. “We’ll work out first and then maybe we’ll discuss complicated.”
“Not maybe.”
“Maybe. And, West?”
He glances over at me.
“There’s no way I’m going easy on you because of this.”