The first three customers grew into a line to the door, and two hours passed before we got a break. The shop was still pretty empty, as the students who filled the tables weren’t up yet. Everyone had taken their coffee to go.

Jason leaned on the counter. “At least it goes by fast.”

I opened the back of the pastry case to see what needed replenishing. “I’m going to grab some more strudel,” I told Jason. “Be right back.”

Alone in the storeroom, my thoughts went right back to the star lab. I had to take great gulps of air. Gavin had brought all this emotion back to the surface. I’d have to do something about it soon, maybe really push. I kept all the plastic bags out of sight, but now, I didn’t think I could resist. I looked forward to the black. I wanted it, the one thing that always connected me to Finn.

I snagged a tray of strudel and headed back up front. Jason still leaned on the counter, his cell phone in his hands. “I’ve got news for Frozen Latte!” he said.

I tugged a plastic glove on my hand and began loading the strudel into the case. “What are you talking about?”

“Found something in my apron pocket and decided it was a sign to take some action!” He laughed.

Whatever. I started a new row of strudel, but something nagged at me. Apron pocket. Oh, God. That e-mail address for Austin, the boy yesterday. I must have left it in one of the aprons in my hurry to get back to campus.

I whipped around so fast that the last few strudels on the tray flew off, one of them bouncing off Jason.

“Pastry attack!” he shouted, still laughing. “Don’t panic, Latte, I didn’t act like the e-mail was from you.”

I snatched at his phone. “What did you say to him?”

I fumbled with the unfamiliar settings. I couldn’t afford a smart phone, so I had no idea what all the icons meant. The envelope seemed logical, but those turned out to be text messages.

Jason scooped up the errant strudels and dropped them in the trash. “All I said was that he should come by the shop today. That you were here.”

“Why did you do that?”

“He likes you. You need to get out more.”

“I want to be the one who decides that.”

“He’s a good guy,” Jason said. “We all approved.”

“What?” I looked around the empty shop. “Who’s we?”

“Pretty much the whole staff who was around last night.”

The phone dinged and I held it away when Jason reached for it. “I should be able to read it first if it’s him.”

Jason shrugged. “Okay, but if you get an eyeful of my sexting, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

God. I walked away from him and sat at one of the tables. After a bit of button pushing, I found the e-mail. It said to come by, as “the girl you gave your e-mail to” was working today. He hadn’t given him my name.

As I suspected, the reply was from Austin. He had class until noon, but then he’d come by.

It would be close. I got off at one to head to class at two. If he came right away, he’d make it. Maybe I could spend my last hour in the back, doing setup. Jenny would be here by then, not Jason, and she’d cover for me.

I stood up and slid the phone across the counter to Jason. “I’m going to stack mugs.”

Jason laughed again. “We’re going to get you laid whether you like it or not.”

Right. That’s exactly what I’d been avoiding all this time. I wasn’t going to break now. In the year after Finn died, I studied the failure rate of every form of birth control. All of them had chinks in their armor, including the shot, which I’d been on.

The only way to avoid it was to side with the Catholics. Full-on abstinence.

Jason pushed a broom around, catching the crumbs from the pastry incident. His eyes were full of mischief as he pretended to dance with the handle and sweep it into a dramatic kiss. I wasn’t mad, not really. These people wanted something good for me. They just didn’t know any better.

And I wasn’t going to enlighten them.

•*´`*•*´`*•

My heart started hammering the moment the clock struck twelve. Jenny came in through the front, looking harried. “Stupid traffic jam on 52. No accident or anything. Just slow people.”

Jason tucked his apron under the register. “Too many people. Always too many people.” He tied his dreadlocks into a ponytail. “I’d stick around to see the happy reunion, but I have class.”

Jenny leaned on the counter. “What’s he talking about?”

“Nothing,” I said. Austin probably wouldn’t show. No use feeding futile gossip.

Jason halted, his hand on the door. “It’s not nothing! Latte here has a hot hookup with one of the regulars.” He saluted us and headed outside.

“Are you holding out on me?” A customer came in, so Jenny moved around to the back, shoving her messenger bag in a cabinet.

I ignored her and smiled at the middle-aged man asking for a cappuccino. I’d serve him, then head to the back to do setups. Austin could arrive at any time. On a good day, you could get here from campus in about fifteen minutes. In traffic, it might be longer.

Jenny waited for me to hand the man his change before launching into questioning. “Who was Jason talking about? Why don’t I know about this?”

I shrugged. “Some guy gave me his e-mail address yesterday. I left the note in one of the aprons. Jason found it and e-mailed the guy.”

“WHAT? That is a blatant disregard of the hookup code!” She tied an apron around her waist. “Contacting potential boy toys is at the sole discretion of the best friend!”

I moved past her. “I’m going to do the dishes.”

Jenny grabbed my arm. “What does he look like? How will I know he’s here?”

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t think I’m up for that.”

She let go. “It’s because of hunk boy, isn’t it? He’s got you all wired up.”

“Maybe.”

Jenny shook her head. “I guess I’ll be seeing him tonight. Maybe I’ll give him a piece of my mind.”

I walked to the end of the counter and lifted the overflowing tray from the busing station. “Actually, you won’t. Gavin switched too, thinking he’d get away from me. We were both there last night.”

A girl walked up to order something, but Jenny held up her hand. “Just a minute.” She turned back to me. “So you’re saying you had to be on the roof with him after all?”

I shrugged. “There was nothing romantic about it. Just a lab mapping out the Big Dipper.”

Jenny frowned. “But weren’t there stars? Night breezes off the ocean? Anything?”

I pictured Gavin on his back, head on his pack, lying next to me, my fingers still warm from where he held them. My stomach turned, and I could feel my breath threatening to kick up. “No,” I managed to say. “Just lab work.”

Jenny blew a puff of air at her frothy pink bangs in disgust. “Then that class is a total waste.” She finally turned back to the girl. “What can I get for you?”

I pushed my elbow into the door, trying to avoid spilling any of the mugs or cups on the tray. Plenty of dishes to deal with until the end of my shift, unless Jenny got swamped and needed someone to make the drinks while she took orders. Hopefully that wouldn’t happen. We didn’t serve anything substantial here, so lunch tended to be quiet.

Rinsing dishes to load into the industrial washer was good, mindless work. My Tuesday/Thursday schedule was tough, two upper-division lit classes with a murderous reading list, but the first novel quiz wasn’t until next week, and I had all weekend to catch up. I didn’t have a bead on the profs here yet, but I figured most classes were the same. Read the books, figure out the instructor’s preferred interpretation of the text, and spit it back at them on the midterm.

I swore if I ever got a class of my own, free thinking would be required, not regurgitation. But maybe one of these profs would surprise me.

The door to the back opened and Jenny peeked through. “Someone’s here for you.”