Imperfect Hearts

9

How can I be so stupid and not put two and two together until now?

A facepalm was the least I could do. When I texted the newly found info to Coco, she replied with a series of emojis.

Coco: Your inner high school bitch assumed it, didn't she?

My high school bitch self was buried years ago. But Coco's right. I assumed, didn't even ask him what he does for a living.

That's on me.

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"Who are you running from?"

Caleb's voice came out of nowhere and I almost fell on my face.

Almost.

Huh, maybe I had a little bit of luck.

"No one, just going to get some coffee." For the cosmetic people who specifically ordered a caramel macchiato with a mix of whole milk and almond milk, one shot espresso, and whipped cream with cinnamon on top... instead of just coffee, which I could have got from our coffee maker in the breakroom.

I was wondering how to place that order without the barista calling me a bitch in her head. I just hope she understands it's not my fault. But often we humans do tend to blame whoever is the closest to us. So...yeah. Guess I'm being called bitch for the second time today.

And when Caleb raised his eyebrow, still looking at me, I realised I zoned out a bit.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"Focused on something, huh?"

"Yes, actually." I sighed, repeating the order in my mind. "A Starbucks order, to be honest. I'm repeating it in my mind so that I won't mess up."

"Why didn't you just type it on your phone?"

Right. Why didn't I?

"Because my mind wasn't really working because I found out that you weren't Mr Smith's driver but his partner?"

"Driver? How on earth did you come to a conclusion that I was a-" That sentence ended abruptly with his chuckle. "By the way, I prefer the term friends to partners."

"By the way, you totally threw me off with the revelation. Why didn't you tell me you own Where to? Or that you were Mr McMillan?" I asked, walking and heard his footsteps right behind me.

"Well, I- wait a minute." He took his phone out and typed something. "Whole milk and almond milk, right?"

I nodded. "Whipped cream and cinnamon."

"Got it." He put it back and gestured for me to walk. "I didn't know that you thought I was Zack's driver. And for the record, you never asked my surname."

That's... true.

"Yeah... I guess it's on me." In my mind cannelloni was his last name.

"Not completely. I didn't ask yours either. We skipped that."

"Right." I smiled, nodding. "It's Novàk by the way."

"Naomi Novàk. Cool."

"Why, thank you, Mr McMillan." I gave him a subtle bow and he smiled.

"You're not going to call me that now, are you?"

"Yes, I am. You're my boss's client. I should call you sir, actually. But I can't seem to call you that."

"Thank God. You can see Zack as your boss's client. Let me be the driver guy you thought I was."

"Sorry for that, by the way. I assumed you were...since you were in the car that day and-" I stopped when I saw him trying to smother a smile and I gave up. "Well, you know. So, you and Mr Smith are work buddies."