What Happened That Summer

Chapter Two

Authors Note!

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- I.J.

It seemed like Darcy's life was getting worse by the passing minute.

Ares Ceresio was supposed to be dead. Six feet under. Whatever one would call it.

Point being, he wasn't supposed to be there.

She looked at her reflection in the women's staff bathroom. As her younger cousin would have said, she looked like Merida from Brave.

She quickly ran her hand through her thick, curly, red hair to no avail. She grew frustrated, and took her scrunchie and quickly threw her hair into a ponytail.

She looked at the mirror and frowned. She really needed to put money into making the bathrooms nicer. Or get a new cleaner.

She quickly exited the bathroom, passing Jacob, another one of her employees. She spun around quickly, "Jacob?"

"Yeah, Darcy?"

"What shift are you on?"

He looked at her with confusion."I'm manning the register for gelato and pastries, why?"

She looked at him with a pleading look."Would you do me a huge favor and serve the people in the reservation room?"

The confused look didn't leave his face. "Someone... reserved a room at," he looked at the overhead analog clock, "two in the morning?"

"Yup." she deadpanned, "I'll man the register, and can you serve that table?"

"Yeah, sure, Darcy." He immediately complied. "There's no line, right now, for the gelatos and pastries."

"Good. And, Jacob?"

"Yeah?"

"Good luck."

She sat on the wooden stool behind the counter. The bar had closed, and everyone was leaving, seeing as Karaoke Night, was also over.

"You go wait in the limo, I'll get us gelato." she heard Ares' voice say, and she glanced up.

Now that she got a good look of him, she didn't know how she didn't recognize him, to begin with. Black hair, captivating blue eyes, chiseled jawline, shit personality, a love for gelato.

Ares Ceresio seemed the same as he had been almost a decade ago.

"What kind of gelato would you like?" she asked politely, avoiding all eye contact.

"How long have you been in New York? I thought you lived in Texas."

"I came here for college, haven't left since. Banana gelato? Hazelnut? Caramel apple pie?"

"Caramel apple pie and hazelnut gelato, too."

"In a cone?"

Ares nodded silently and observed Darcy as she started to make the gelato.

"You're not dead," Darcy stated, not looking at him.

He raised his eyebrows. "You say that like it's a bad thing. C'mon, Quinn, we were friends, you're gonna act like you're not ecstatic to see me?"

"What happened that summer, never gets discussed. The doctors said you were dead, and-"

"The doctors lied to you so they would get paid by my parents. They didn't want any of us to have contact with each other."