makes you breakfast?"
"Not all of the time. Only on the days he has early rounds. He doesn't like me skipping meals and he knows I always forget to eat breakfast. And he doesn't consider four cups of coffee and half of your muffin breakfast." Willa grinned, pushing her horn rimmed glasses up her nose. The glasses did nothing to mute the blue in her eyes.
"Well, do you want to accompany me while I get breakfast? I, unlike you, don't have a handsome short order cook at my beck and call." Tess reached over, tucking a piece of Willa's wayward hair behind her ear. "Please...remember that hot guy I told you about a few weeks ago, the one I have to interview for a not-mine reunion?
"Yeah."
"Well, it's today."
"Give me five minutes to finish up this spreadsheet."
Tess smiled in triumph. She knew this kernel would be too good for Willa to turn down. Tess did need sustenance, but the chance to tell Willa was just as appealing.
Exactly eight minutes later they sat at a small round in the coffee shop in the lobby of their building. They only had plain bagels left, so Tess had opted for a slice of coffee cake instead. Hopefully the sugar crash she would experience as a result would occur after the interview. Willa had a cup of herbal tea.
"Tea?" Tess asked.
"I've already had like ten cups of coffee. If I ingest any more caffeine I'm going to go into convulsions."
"Good call."
"Sooooo? Don't think I'm going to be lured away from my desk without the info," Willa said, with a smirk.
"Oh, I'm gonna tell you, and it's really not a big deal, so I'm not sure why I'm so worked up about it. I feel kind of foolish, but I know you won't judge...mmm, this cake is so freaking good...okay, so, like I told you, he was two grades above me. He was beautiful and popular. On top of that he was really nice."
"And obviously you had a ginormous crush on him."
"Of course...He didn't know who I was back then. I mean why would he? That didn't stop me from naming our babies and writing Tess-N-Wes on the inside of my spiral."
"It makes perfect sense. The less you know them, like really know them, the easier it is to obsess. You have the luxury of conjuring up an idyllic image in your mind, which he could never live up to in real life, I might add...kind of like I do with Bradley Cooper."
Tess nodded. "Precisely."
"Sit across from him like you didn't name your hypothetical children."
"Exactly."
"I can see why you'd be nervous, but do you think you're afraid the image of your teenage dreams will not match up to the grown up reality?"
"No, it's not that...I don't know why I'm so discombobulated. I just am. I'm not making any sense?" Tess groaned, putting her head down on the table.
Willa gave her downturned head a pat. "I get it. I think I would be nervous, too."
Tess raised her head. "Really?"
"Yup. Hottest, most popular guy from your school in the flesh. And you actually have to have a conversation with him?"
"I should have done a phone interview like I did with the rest." Head back down. Thump.
"Where would the fun be in that?" Willa wiggled her dark brows.
"I know, right? It's like I was too curious to pass it up. And you know what curiosity does to my cat." It was Tess's turn to wiggle her brows.
They both giggled. "I still say the odds are slim that he's still that good looking," Willa mused.
Tess chewed, thinking about it for a second. "Who knows. I'm way hotter, so what if he is too?"
"You were a late bloomer, Tess. He bloomed early...wouldn't it be a delicious twist of fate if you were the hot one?"
Tess brushed the crumbs from her hands and smiled. "That would be awesome." Her nerves turned into excitement. The odds were good—Tess was pretty, not drop dead gorge by any means, but good looking—or so she'd been told. Suddenly, her hopes went from Wesley being as gorgeous as ever, to hoping he was overweight with a comb over.
"Awesome."
They walked back to the office arm in arm. Tess towered over Willa, what
"Not all of the time. Only on the days he has early rounds. He doesn't like me skipping meals and he knows I always forget to eat breakfast. And he doesn't consider four cups of coffee and half of your muffin breakfast." Willa grinned, pushing her horn rimmed glasses up her nose. The glasses did nothing to mute the blue in her eyes.
"Well, do you want to accompany me while I get breakfast? I, unlike you, don't have a handsome short order cook at my beck and call." Tess reached over, tucking a piece of Willa's wayward hair behind her ear. "Please...remember that hot guy I told you about a few weeks ago, the one I have to interview for a not-mine reunion?
"Yeah."
"Well, it's today."
"Give me five minutes to finish up this spreadsheet."
Tess smiled in triumph. She knew this kernel would be too good for Willa to turn down. Tess did need sustenance, but the chance to tell Willa was just as appealing.
Exactly eight minutes later they sat at a small round in the coffee shop in the lobby of their building. They only had plain bagels left, so Tess had opted for a slice of coffee cake instead. Hopefully the sugar crash she would experience as a result would occur after the interview. Willa had a cup of herbal tea.
"Tea?" Tess asked.
"I've already had like ten cups of coffee. If I ingest any more caffeine I'm going to go into convulsions."
"Good call."
"Sooooo? Don't think I'm going to be lured away from my desk without the info," Willa said, with a smirk.
"Oh, I'm gonna tell you, and it's really not a big deal, so I'm not sure why I'm so worked up about it. I feel kind of foolish, but I know you won't judge...mmm, this cake is so freaking good...okay, so, like I told you, he was two grades above me. He was beautiful and popular. On top of that he was really nice."
"And obviously you had a ginormous crush on him."
"Of course...He didn't know who I was back then. I mean why would he? That didn't stop me from naming our babies and writing Tess-N-Wes on the inside of my spiral."
"It makes perfect sense. The less you know them, like really know them, the easier it is to obsess. You have the luxury of conjuring up an idyllic image in your mind, which he could never live up to in real life, I might add...kind of like I do with Bradley Cooper."
Tess nodded. "Precisely."
"Sit across from him like you didn't name your hypothetical children."
"Exactly."
"I can see why you'd be nervous, but do you think you're afraid the image of your teenage dreams will not match up to the grown up reality?"
"No, it's not that...I don't know why I'm so discombobulated. I just am. I'm not making any sense?" Tess groaned, putting her head down on the table.
Willa gave her downturned head a pat. "I get it. I think I would be nervous, too."
Tess raised her head. "Really?"
"Yup. Hottest, most popular guy from your school in the flesh. And you actually have to have a conversation with him?"
"I should have done a phone interview like I did with the rest." Head back down. Thump.
"Where would the fun be in that?" Willa wiggled her dark brows.
"I know, right? It's like I was too curious to pass it up. And you know what curiosity does to my cat." It was Tess's turn to wiggle her brows.
They both giggled. "I still say the odds are slim that he's still that good looking," Willa mused.
Tess chewed, thinking about it for a second. "Who knows. I'm way hotter, so what if he is too?"
"You were a late bloomer, Tess. He bloomed early...wouldn't it be a delicious twist of fate if you were the hot one?"
Tess brushed the crumbs from her hands and smiled. "That would be awesome." Her nerves turned into excitement. The odds were good—Tess was pretty, not drop dead gorge by any means, but good looking—or so she'd been told. Suddenly, her hopes went from Wesley being as gorgeous as ever, to hoping he was overweight with a comb over.
"Awesome."
They walked back to the office arm in arm. Tess towered over Willa, what
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