"𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈, 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲."
[MATURE]
After finally getting rid of her toxic boyfriend, Bethany Russo is ready to take control of her career in marketing. The only issue is that her favourite word is yes. Never one to disappoi...
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With my legs curled into my chest, I rest my head on my knees in frustration. He watches me blankly from across the kitchen island, various papers and designs scattered between us. "What about behind the book store? The alleyway in-between would connect it to the town?"
"No."
"No?" I frown. Thats's it? That's all he is giving me, no ideas or input. Just a straight no.
"It won't fit, it's too big."
I study the quick outline I had sketched up, eyes flicking over every inch of the page. I need to find what he is seeing because I clearly don't get it. "Do you know how big one is?" He questions.
My eyes read his lips as I piece together what I manage to catch. I reply offended, "Yes it has a length of 61 metres with a width of 30."
His eyes raise just slightly but I can tell that impressed him. I smile smug. "How do you know that?"
Now my smile turns shy as I admit, "I googled it." Shrugging my shoulders I watch as his lips quirk. "Was I right?"
"You were." He confirms and for some reason satisfaction fills my body at his admission. I knew a lot of research had to go into this campaign, not only because I was solely responsible but also because I didn't follow hockey that closely. Therefore I had a lot to learn, I guess this is where Quinn comes in but he's kinda reserved with information at the moment so I googled it last night while I struggled to sleep.
Being in a new place was scary, and adding in someone I didn't know my nerves were high when it came to going to sleep. My cochlear implant comes off at night and it leaves me vulnerable during the night, I can't hear anything and it scares me sometimes.
Scrunching up that idea I can't help but feel lost, my mind feels blocked and I don't know if my change in location has something to do with it. I miss my family and deep down I'm worried about what Bryce could possibly be doing.
"Do you have any ideas?" I sigh looking to him for some sense of direction. His chest is covered by a dark navy long sleeve to keep him warm. It stretches across his shoulders, the muscles in his arms defined. This guy was huge, did he really not play at all?
His stormy grey eyes flicker over my face as I watch him rack his brain. Then he simply responds with, "No."
I try not to show my frustration, I thought he was supposed to be helping. My laptop pings not a moment later, Jack's name popping up onto the screen. Quinn stands as I press answer, his body coming to stand next to where I'm sat as Jack's face becomes visible.
