❝Maybe there's a whole bunch of impossible people waiting for me out there. Waiting to make me feel that same uncertainty again and again.❞
Allison Romero has never had any luck when it comes to finding love, or maintaining friends...or just about...
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a/n this is so long sorry I got carried away omg. Also if I got any Greek terms wrong, I'm deeply sorry. They have their own letters so it's hard to get an English/Greek translation. If anyone here is Greek, help a sister out.
38: CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
"WHERE did I go wrong, though?" Izzy muses.
I wipe down the counter with a rag. "I think you should give him some free space for now," I reply as I move around her to wipe down her side of the counter.
"No...it's definitely something more than that." Her blue eyes are narrowed at the floor and her round chin is propped in the palm of her hands. She turns to me then with a childish gleam in her eyes, a grin pulling up at the corner of her lipstick stained mouth. "How's things going on with your boy toy, though?"
I smile at the mention of him. "He's... well, we haven't spoken in a while. He's busy with his family."
"When does he come back?" Izzy leaps up to sit on the counter which earns a bemused look from me.
"Today?" I squint. "I'm not sure."
"I want to see him," Izzy continues as she swings her short legs back and forth. "I have to see him."
I smile shortly, "You will." I've refrained from telling her our relationship is fake. I wouldn't want to lose the friendship I've developed with her over these past two weeks. She serves as a distraction when work is sluggish and hours are long.
Izzy jumps from the counter and sighs, wiping her palms on her apron. "Sandra and Tom are probably so happy they hired me. Now they only have to work once a week," she grumbles as she presses some buttons on the cash register.
"You have to remember that they're old," I reprimand. "And they want to spend time together. I find that sweet. Don't you think?"
Izzy grumbles something incoherently under her breath. My phone on the counter begins to vibrate and I pluck it up, astonished to see my mother's name flash across the screen. The bell rings above the door at the front of the bakery and I motion for Izzy to assist the customer. I'm going down the hallway and shutting the door behind me. I raise my phone to my ear and say, "Mom?" I stand outside and wrap my arms around myself to shield my shuddering body from the cold air.
"Hello, dear," my mother's warm voice comes from the other end of the line.
An instant warmth washes over me. Hearing her voice made tears prick in my eyes. "Hey, Mom," I say in a wobbly voice.
