Days later, I was back to work after my rest break—the last one I’d take before the wedding—when the news hit.
Gerald leaned back in his chair. Wasn’t expecting to see you tonight, Gabriel.Nikki turned to Gerald, her stomach twisting with unease. You know Gabe? There was no way. When he talked about the de Vincents, he didn’t speak of them as if he was on a first-name basis.
His name isn’t Gerald, snapped Gabe, his eyes burning. People at nearby tables were starting to pay attention.What? she whispered, beyond confused. That’s not your name?It’s my middle name, Gerald replied, plucking his napkin out of his lap and tossing it on the table. I’m not lying about my name.
Oh, so it’s convenient that you forgot to mention your name is Ross Haid?That name meant nothing to Nikki, but she had a really bad feeling about this. Ross?
Ross Gerald Haid. Gerald slash Ross smiled faintly.
And you forgot to mention you’re a journalist for the Advocate?Tanner rose from behind the desk, but before he could introduce me, Tink stepped forward, coming to stand next to me. She’s Buffy with the bad hair.
Slowly, I turned and looked up at him. Buffy with the bad hair?He nodded eagerly, glancing at the stranger. Yeah, like it’s a combination of Buffy and Beyonce, the two greatest females of all time. You’re like Buffy. Bad ass. But you’re not Becky with the good hair. You have bad hair. We all know that.
I stared at him. My hair isn’t that bad.Oh, it’s bad. Tink’s eyes glimmered. You definitely aren’t a Becky.