Nothing in Between

29

Clyde's shift at the coffee shop had gone by as normal, which meant that she was now cleaning. Well, it was actually slightly earlier than usual, but it was fine since there were definitely not as many customers who came by while she was working.

The only people in the shop were Clyde and her two friends, since the rest left right after they finished cleaning their side of the area. It was no big deal, though, since Clyde liked staying there with her friends slightly later than other members of the staff.

Her hand was dampened by the rag in her hold, which she used to wipe the counters and tabletops. Beatrice was putting things into the walk-in refrigerator, and Kate was steadily sweeping the floor. They were in their own sides, but were still close to each other.

"In the middle of the night when I'm in this dream—"

"Oh, my god. You're—"

"Singing a song that Taylor covered," Clyde monotonously cut Kate off.

She didn't even need to look up from the table she was cleaning to know that Kate's face displayed shock and offense. Clyde didn't exactly care, though, simply continuing her job as she began humming the same melody from the song she was singing.

"What's with your tone?" Kate asked.

Clyde didn't respond, simply raising her brows.

Kate propped up the broom she was holding against a nearby wall and went to Clyde. The sounds of her footsteps filled Clyde's ears, and she balled the rag up and threw it onto the table. Clyde swiftly turned around to face Kate, crossing her arms.

Okay, maybe there was some anger coursing through Clyde's veins, and it caused her to speak in a slightly snappier tone. It was absolutely no one's fault but Clyde's, so she was definitely more than just annoyed and irritated at herself and her own actions.

"What happened in the supplies closet?"

"That's... a funny question."

"I'm being completely serious," Kate groaned.

Clyde held her breath as she thought back to the hour she had spent inside the cleaning closet to easily get away from Kate and Beatrice's questions. She immediately wanted to slap herself, though, because that was such an unbelievably stupid decision.

She could practically hear the sheer sadness in Taylor's voice as she replayed that exact moment in her mind, and it caused a large wave of nausea to flood her brain. Kate's gaze also didn't help with the current situation, and it simply made Clyde want to vomit.

"I was just talking to my friend."

"Friend from Nashville?" Kate questioned with an arched eyebrow.

"Yeah," Clyde grumbled.

"Well, you don't look so happy that they're your friend."

In response, Clyde rolled her eyes. But she couldn't pull her mind away from the feeling in her abdomen; the gradual churning and sinking of her stomach. While it wasn't physically painful, it was still horribly excruciating to bear, and it made Clyde more frustrated.

But Clyde didn't know what she was most frustrated about; her own actions, or the fact that Kate had actually just suggested that she didn't like being friends with Taylor. There was one thing Clyde knew, though, and nothing could truly change her mind.

She was really happy that Taylor was her friend, so whatever Kate was trying to say was definitely incorrect. Clyde was so happy that her father had somehow convinced her into giving Taylor another chance to speak, or else she would've truly regretted it.