My heart nearly leapt out of my chest when, while filling a customer’s order, I caught a glimpse of a black henley shirt out of the corner of my eye and thought it was him (and sank even deeper in my chest upon realizing it was someone else).Also for the second day in a row, my body dragged in lethargy, and I chalked it up to the post-party crash, my adrenaline reserves spent, not to mention the revelation I’d had the night before that my days with Scott were numbered. Sitting in the back office during my lunch break, I poked at my salad and checked my phone for messages. Hardly anyone other than Scott or Olivia ever called me, mainly because just about everyone I knew was a Grounds customer, but the ritual was a way to kill time in the dingy little office when I was too tired to read or too busy to hang out with the Originals. To my surprise, my phone signaled that a voice mail awaited me, and I studied it with curiosity as I proceeded to play the message. Ed Rush, sounding stoic and serious, asked me to call him.
