10. Gabby

“Oh!” The flower shop cashier pulled back in surprise. “I’m sorry.” He looked truly sympathetic when he asked, “Did you guys not make up this time?”

“Make up?” I shook my head, frowning at him. “This time? What the fuck are you talking about? There was no making up, because we’ve never been together.” I pointed insistently toward the roses. “These aren’t apology flowers. They’re a bundle full of I-want-you guilt trip from a guy who won’t take no for an answer.”

“Ooh,” a voice cooed from next to me. “That’s bad.”

And another echoed, “Real bad.”

I whirled to find that the two customers who’d been paying for their purchases were openly listening in on my complaint.

Then I jolted when I realized I actually knew one of them, and she lived in the same building as me. “Kaitlynn! Hey. What’re you doing here?”

And why didn’t you answer your damn door on Halloween night to help a desperate girl out, huh? I didn’t add.

She smiled in her usual cheerful, sweet way. “I’m longingly gazing at a