Blue Roses (Baker Street Romance #1)(23)
Author: Mimi Strong

I look down at the dirty dishes between us, blinking away the tears in my eyes.

“No, I’m the one who’s sorry,” I say. “We were having a nice dinner, and I had to wreck everything. Now I’m causing all this drama, and you don’t like drama, and I’m sorry. This is me, Luca. I live in a garage behind my mother’s house, and I work the same job I’ve had for years. I’m stuck, and I don’t care, because I’m comfortable here. My best friend Rory comes by on Sunday and we do laundry and watch TV. I don’t want to have kids, because I don’t want to stop being a kid. I don’t want to have your babies. I might change my mind later, but right now, I can’t imagine it.”

His eyes flick up to mine. “What made you think I wanted you to have my babies?”

I hold my arms tighter around myself. My head is hot and my body is cold.

I can’t tell him that I feel it every time he looks at my stomach, like he’s planning our future. “Never mind. I’m just crazy. Typical woman, right?”

He looks down and straightens all his silverware, avoiding my eyes.

“Tina, I’m just taking life one day at a time. Same as anyone else. But it’s very difficult to have an honest discussion with someone who breaks into hysterics.”

I push my chair back and stand. “Hysterics?”

He stays seated, looking up at me warily. “I don’t know what else to say. I’ve had a lot of fun with you these past few weeks.”

I shrug and turn my face away, waiting for the worst.

It’s over. He’s had fun, and now it’s over.

“You should go,” I say, my voice thin and cold.

“We’re not going to talk about this?”

“There’s nothing to talk about. I hope your opening goes well on Saturday. Don’t worry about me making a scene, because I won’t be coming.”

“You won’t come to my grand opening?”

I won’t turn to look at him, because then I’ll definitely cry.

“Honestly, I don’t see the point. Just go.”

He pushes his chair back and stands. “I don’t like this side of you,” he says.

“Me neither, but I don’t have a choice.”

“You’re shutting me out.”

“Just go.”

I turn my body away so I can’t even see him out of the corner of my eyes.

“Don’t forget your jacket,” I say. “Make sure you have everything that’s yours when you leave.”

“Teenie.”

I growl, “Don’t call me that. You don’t know me.”

I hear him moving around, pulling on his boots and getting his leather jacket from the closet.

Without a word, he opens the door, leaves, and gently closes it again.

I walk around the circuit, closing all the blinds and curtains, keeping my face turned away from the windows.

I lock the door, and then I open the coat closet. I push out the shoes and settle onto the floor, my legs folded up in front of me. I pull the door shut behind me and bury my face between the jackets.

Safe in this small space, I disappear.

Chapter 20

Luca had the garage’s grand re-opening on Saturday.

The flower shop sent over an arrangement. I considered signing my name on the card, but I didn’t.

I wrote: Best wishes from Gardenia Flowers.

The opening went well, and the only motorbike “gang” who showed up was a group of seniors who tour on road bikes together.

My sister keeps me up-to-date on what’s going on at the garage. She bumps into Luca from time to time on Baker Street. Unlike me, she hasn’t switched her route to detour through the alley to avoid him.

Luca and I haven’t spoken to each other since the night he left my place.

That was three months ago.

Three long months ago.

Sometimes I’m sad our fling didn’t last a little longer. Other times, I’m relieved, because the hole he left in my heart feels like it might close up eventually.

This year, I got through the prom season with very few tears shed.

One of the boys who came in asked for blue flowers, to match his date’s dress. I told him how I once wore a blue rose to my own prom. I told him about the pale blue dress, and how everyone said I looked like a bride. I told him how my friends all got drunk in the bathroom, but I wouldn’t drink their smuggled booze.

The alcohol was actually someone’s father’s moonshine, brewed in the bathtub from who knows what. Two of my friends threw up right on the dance floor. Everyone ran outside because of the smell. Then the DJ pointed the speakers at the open gym doors, and we all danced the last songs of the night outside, under the stars.

I’d almost forgotten about those last songs.

Time rearranges itself sometimes, like a road map that’s folded like a paper fan. With the folds, two cities miles apart come together and touch, just like how anniversaries pull us back through time and link with previous ones, until everything’s happening at once.

In the flower shop, the boy who ordered the blue corsage just looked at me like I was a weird older lady and he couldn’t understand why I was even talking to him, much less talking about the philosophy of time.

When he left, I realized I was smiling.

My memories of Jonathan seemed to hold more joy than previous years. It was as though time had bleached out the sorrow, the way the sun faded the blue dye in my rose.

Chapter 21

Megan leans over me, putting the finishing touches on my hair.

It’s August now.

I hardly think about Luca at all. But I haven’t been on any other dates.

Tonight is the annual Baker Street Block Party. We barricade the street at either end of a five-block span, and people from all over the city come to enjoy a party that goes until midnight.

Lots of people dress up for the party in summer-themed costumes, or at least get their faces painted—adults alongside kids.

Megan and I have been going as “flower girls” every year, and tonight is no exception. I already braided her hair and twisted the braids around her head in a crown, and she did the same for me. Now we’re decorating our heads, adding more fresh-cut flowers than most people would think is reasonable.

“It’s getting heavy,” I say, complaining.

“I think we could get a few more flowers on your head,” Megan says.

We’re in the flower shop, and Rory is sitting nearby, reading gossip magazines that are several months old.

Without even looking up from the magazine, Rory says, “You two look perfect. Let’s go eat.”