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he knows my name now? It's not like it
will hurt for him to know it . . . unless he's trying to figure out
who to tell the cops to come pick up after he calls them.
    “ Can we not
talk about that,” I grumble. “I just want to forget the
entire night.”
    “ Shame. I
rather enjoyed myself, Sarah.” My name sounds strange on his
lips. When my eyes flit up to meet his, he's gazing at me intensely.
It's intimidating and a bit disturbing. Every time he looks at me
like that, I want to cower.
    “ What do you
want?” I grab an empty coffee cup from the cup rack, preparing
to write down his order. I need a distraction. Any kind of
distraction.
    He snaps out of his
trance, looking up at our drink menu. “What do you normally
have?”
    I turn toward the
menu as well, though I know the whole thing by heart. Heck, I've been
working here since high school. If I didn't know all the drinks on
the menu by now, I'd be in trouble. “I usually have the caramel
decaf iced coffee. Sometimes I get the chai tea.”
    “ I don't think
I could handle decaf.” He shakes his head.
    I stare at him for a
moment. The mouthy part of me wants to gritch about why he asked in
the first place, but I refrain. That wouldn't be very good customer
service.
    “ I'll take a
large caramel iced coffee with a double shot of espresso and your
phone number,” he says finally.
    I begin writing his
order on the cup and then pause when he gets to the and
your phone number part.
“What?” I look up at him stupidly.
    “ I can't ask
you out on a date if I don't have your phone number,” he says
matter-of-factually.
    I set the cup down
on the counter, steadying myself against it as I use my other hand to
brush a strand of hair behind my ear. My cheeks are warm. For a split
second, I wonder if I heard him right. “You want to ask me out
on a date?”
    “ Mhm. Did I
stutter? Because I don't think I did.”
    “ Now you're
being rude.” I avert my eyes.
    He guffaws. “Is
there no pleasing you?”
    I'm not sure what to
say, so I say nothing. As excited as I am at the prospect of seeing
him again, the timid part of me just wants him to go away. Being
around him seems to turn my life upside down.
    “ I'd like to
take you out on a date, Sarah. The least you can do is accept after
you broke into my house and lied to me.” His lips curl into a
confident smile. He knows he has me. How can I say no?
    If nothing else, the
fear of going to jail causes me to respond with a quiet, “Okay.”
    “ Excellent.
You can jot your number down on my receipt. Here's mine.” He
thumbs through his wallet to pull out another business card, tossing
it on the counter between us. “That's my card. And yes, it's a real business card. My
cell phone number is on the back.” He smirks.
    I quirk my head to
look at the card, since it landed sideways, as if touching it will
give me some kind of skin disease. The card is surprisingly plain,
with the words Locke Aircraft in the middle and a name on either
side. On the left side is Shawn Locke. On the right is Tristan Locke.
“Which one are you?” I ask.
    “ I'm Tristan.”
    “ Shawn is your
father?” I take a guess.
    “ My brother,”
he sighs. I can't tell if he's annoyed at my questions or if there's
something more behind it.
    “ Well,
Tristan, I'm Sarah. It's nice to finally trade names.” I offer
him a weak smile.
    “ Indeed.”
His expression brightens as I show him the first sign of kindness
since we began talking.
    “ I suppose you
want that coffee now.” I pick up his cup, writing his name on
it.
    “ That would be
nice. You're going to make it for me, right?”
    “ Y-yes. Why?”
I quirk an eyebrow at him.
    “ Cause that
would make it extra special.” He winks, and I can't help but
laugh at how cheesy he's being.
    “ Alright,
Tristan Locke, I'll go make you a special coffee.” I turn
around with his cup, grinning like an idiot. Only a few minutes ago,
I would have wanted to make it special by spitting in it, but