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Authors: Alex Westmore
Tags: les fic
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“I ’d like an––”
“Awake Tea latte extra hot, no sweetener,” the tall blonde barista finished for her. There was a sparkle in her eye and a mischievous grin to her lips as she rang Denny up.
“How’d you––”
“Magic.” She wore a nametag that read Brianna. “Which is far better than miracles.” Brianna smiled such an enigmatic smile, Denny wasn’t sure if she was kidding or not.
“I’m normally at the machine,” Brianna said. “That’s how I know. Every day, like clockwork, you come in here and order the same thing. People are creatures of habit. Then there are those of us who are just creatures.”
“Oh. Sure. Yeah. I’m––”
“Golden Silver. I know who you are. After the trial, everyone knows who you are. I’m just so sorry it happened to your family.”
Denny looked into a pair of sapphire eyes that spelled trouble in several languages. “Is that so? What else do you know?”
Brianna barely shrugged. “Your family lives in the old Holbrook house. Everyone who knows anyone knows who you are and where you live. I just happen to know what you drink in the morning.”
“Guilty.”
Brianna leaned over the counter, her eyes darting left and right before asking, “Is she still there?”
She may as well have slapped Denny across the face. “Umm...uh...”
Before Denny could answer, Brianna waved the question away. “I’m just messin’ with you, Golden. You know how much we Savannahans love our ghost stories.”
Denny felt a hot flush creep up her cheeks. “It’s Denny. I go by Denny.”
Brianna had not stopped staring at Denny. Her stare was a force field rooting Denny in place. She wanted to step away from the order line, but her legs would not cooperate. Nothing would move; nothing would work. She just stood there.
“I asked you why ‘Denny?’ Whatever for? A name like Golden is so weighty––so refined. If I had a cool name like that, I’d wear it proudly.”
Denny blinked. She hadn’t been aware of a question.
“Yeah, well...Golden Silver pretty much says it all.” Finally tearing her eyes away, Denny smiled politely and made a beeline for her tea waiting at the pick-up counter.
“Have a good one,” she said to no one in particular before sitting across the table from a handsome black man with a huge smile on his face.
“Oh my god, girl, could you be any clumsier?” the young man said, his smile revealing rows of white teeth in need of straightening.
Denny set her latte down and moved her chair so she was facing him. “Shut it, Victor.”
“Oh, hell no. She was practically undressing you with her eyes and all she got for her troubles was ‘ Have a nice day’ ?” Victor shook his head. “Seriously? Girl, you need to get out more. She did more’n undress you with her eyes. She had counter sex with you, only you didn’t even notice. No, you left her hangin’ there.”
Denny restrained herself from looking back at the barista. “It’s flattering, Victor, but I’m...taken.”
He leaned forward and spoke without moving his mouth. “By a ghost. That ain’t taken. That be a fool talkin’, and you are nobody’s fool, Denny Silver. That woman over there? She’s the real deal.”
Denny pushed on Victor’s forehead with the heel of her hand. “Taken is taken.”
“Come on! Seriously? Damn, Denny, it’s been three years now. Three mother-fuckin’ long years. It’s time for you to live in the real world with the rest of us. Olly, olly oxen free! Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
Denny shook her head slowly. Only Lauren and Victor knew about Rush, but Victor always had an attitude about their relationship and no qualms expressing it. “It’s all ye, all ye, all come out for free,” she said.
He tossed his head back and laughed. “God, only you would know that. Wait. No. You and Lauren. Two nerdy girls”
“Look, I never gave you shit when you were nothing but a booty call to that Robert guy, did I? No. No, I
***
“I ’d like an––”
“Awake Tea latte extra hot, no sweetener,” the tall blonde barista finished for her. There was a sparkle in her eye and a mischievous grin to her lips as she rang Denny up.
“How’d you––”
“Magic.” She wore a nametag that read Brianna. “Which is far better than miracles.” Brianna smiled such an enigmatic smile, Denny wasn’t sure if she was kidding or not.
“I’m normally at the machine,” Brianna said. “That’s how I know. Every day, like clockwork, you come in here and order the same thing. People are creatures of habit. Then there are those of us who are just creatures.”
“Oh. Sure. Yeah. I’m––”
“Golden Silver. I know who you are. After the trial, everyone knows who you are. I’m just so sorry it happened to your family.”
Denny looked into a pair of sapphire eyes that spelled trouble in several languages. “Is that so? What else do you know?”
Brianna barely shrugged. “Your family lives in the old Holbrook house. Everyone who knows anyone knows who you are and where you live. I just happen to know what you drink in the morning.”
“Guilty.”
Brianna leaned over the counter, her eyes darting left and right before asking, “Is she still there?”
She may as well have slapped Denny across the face. “Umm...uh...”
Before Denny could answer, Brianna waved the question away. “I’m just messin’ with you, Golden. You know how much we Savannahans love our ghost stories.”
Denny felt a hot flush creep up her cheeks. “It’s Denny. I go by Denny.”
Brianna had not stopped staring at Denny. Her stare was a force field rooting Denny in place. She wanted to step away from the order line, but her legs would not cooperate. Nothing would move; nothing would work. She just stood there.
“I asked you why ‘Denny?’ Whatever for? A name like Golden is so weighty––so refined. If I had a cool name like that, I’d wear it proudly.”
Denny blinked. She hadn’t been aware of a question.
“Yeah, well...Golden Silver pretty much says it all.” Finally tearing her eyes away, Denny smiled politely and made a beeline for her tea waiting at the pick-up counter.
“Have a good one,” she said to no one in particular before sitting across the table from a handsome black man with a huge smile on his face.
“Oh my god, girl, could you be any clumsier?” the young man said, his smile revealing rows of white teeth in need of straightening.
Denny set her latte down and moved her chair so she was facing him. “Shut it, Victor.”
“Oh, hell no. She was practically undressing you with her eyes and all she got for her troubles was ‘ Have a nice day’ ?” Victor shook his head. “Seriously? Girl, you need to get out more. She did more’n undress you with her eyes. She had counter sex with you, only you didn’t even notice. No, you left her hangin’ there.”
Denny restrained herself from looking back at the barista. “It’s flattering, Victor, but I’m...taken.”
He leaned forward and spoke without moving his mouth. “By a ghost. That ain’t taken. That be a fool talkin’, and you are nobody’s fool, Denny Silver. That woman over there? She’s the real deal.”
Denny pushed on Victor’s forehead with the heel of her hand. “Taken is taken.”
“Come on! Seriously? Damn, Denny, it’s been three years now. Three mother-fuckin’ long years. It’s time for you to live in the real world with the rest of us. Olly, olly oxen free! Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
Denny shook her head slowly. Only Lauren and Victor knew about Rush, but Victor always had an attitude about their relationship and no qualms expressing it. “It’s all ye, all ye, all come out for free,” she said.
He tossed his head back and laughed. “God, only you would know that. Wait. No. You and Lauren. Two nerdy girls”
“Look, I never gave you shit when you were nothing but a booty call to that Robert guy, did I? No. No, I