Discovering Fate

5 | Zoey

5 | Zoey

Dropping a full cup of hot coffee all over Sapphires' Stuart Weitzman loafers in the middle of a police department had not been something I planned on doing today.

She had surprised me, for whatever reason I kept forgetting we were working the same case at the same time.

I was destined to run into her from time to time, especially because this city isn't as big as people would think.

Secretly, I just hoped we could just avoid each other. It had already been awkward enough, but that wasn't possible.

Both of us were somewhat competing for acceptance, with us being new to our firms and this case being so massive we had a lot of steps to make properly.

"I can't believe you really dropped that shit all over that girl shoes you probably did it on purpose," Andre laughed.

I had invited him and Monica both over for pizza and wine, something casual and chill since it was still the middle of the week.

We were still waiting on Monica but had poured a couple glasses of Merlot red wine and started discussing our days.

I sneered at him as I slapped him across his shoulder, "Oh come on you know I'd never do no shit like that. I don't know why I just was caught off guard."

He gave me a major side eye before responding, "You sure that's all it was?"

Leaning back into the couch I answered, "Absolutely that's all it was."

"Hmm."

"What?"

Ding ding!

Whew saved by the bell.

He stood to his feet, "Oh nothing Zoey."

Crossing one of my legs over the other I continued sipping my glass of wine, it was super smooth so I had a feeling it would be sneaking up on me really soon.

I watched as he opened the door to greet Monica.

She yelled out, "Besties! I'm here. Late but here."

Andre couldn't resist a moment of sarcasm, "You're only about an hour late, not too bad this time."

"Bitch, better late than never."

She removed another bottle of red wine from a plastic bag.

"You remembered the wine!," I smiled.

"Duh you literally just asked me today to bring some more, I wouldn't have forgotten."

Me and Andre looked at each other then back at her before busting out laughing.

There was one thing we knew and accepted about Monica, she would be late and often forget stuff.

She was still our girl though, like I said we go all the way back.

"Anyways, how far away is the pizza Andre?," I asked.

"10 minutes out."