Mars Mejia
KARA
Q rubbed his stomach as he fell back onto our gray couch. “I’m stuffed.”
“Me too,” Jess plopped down next to him. I was feeling the same way—and also a bit tipsy after two glasses of wine.
I’d been hoping all the carbs I’d devoured would stabilize me, but I’d thought wrong.
My hand pressed flat against the wall as I bent forward in an attempt to take my heels off. Jason and Dante followed suit and began to take off their shoes.
“Ready for a tour?” Layla grinned as she waited for the guys to respond. They nodded and followed Layla as she began in our kitchen and proceeded to the living room.
“Whoa,” Dante breathed as we walked onto the balcony. The cool breeze shuffled through our hair. I inhaled deeply as I gripped the balcony.
I loved our new home.
“What a view,” someone mused from behind us. I glanced over my shoulder to find Jason’s eyes glued to me.
My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to ignore the butterflies erupting within me. Instead, I focused on the rage. Was he messing with me?
Seeing him again after all these years was bringing back the hatred I felt toward him. It was bringing back the pain.
My chest began to tighten as my mind went into overdrive. I needed a moment to myself.
I glared at Jason as I shuffled back into our living room. My feet quickly led me to my room. I pressed my back against the door after shutting it tightly.
Tears threatened to spill as my breathing began to increase. I’d thought I was over him. Why was he playing with my emotions?
Or was I just reading into things that weren’t there ~because~ I still had feelings for him?
The door slammed into me, causing me to stumble forward. I quickly wiped away the tear that betrayed me.
Jess apologized as she rushed into my room. “Wanna play a drinking game?” The door clicked shut. I hesitantly turned to face her. “Oh my God. Are you okay?” She stepped forward to embrace me.
I nodded, refusing to speak for fear of bawling.
Jess pulled back and glared at me. “Don’t you dare lie to me.” I let out a laugh and blinked the tears away.
Nibbling my bottom lip, I admitted, “I just got overwhelmed being around Jason.”
Jess gave me a sympathetic look. “Do you want me to tell him to leave?”
“No. The last thing I want is to ruin your night, let alone my own.” I composed myself. “I just need a little break.”
Jess nodded understandingly. “Well, we’re going to get drunk as shit if you want to join.”
I burst out laughing. “I’m definitely in. Just give me a few minutes?” Jess nodded. My best friend slipped out, and I made my way over to my closet. These jeans needed to go.
After changing into leggings and a comfy sweater, I began searching my room for the drinking game I’d invested in months ago. I still hadn’t used it.
“There you are.” I stretched up on my toes to reach the board game collecting dust on top of my bookshelf.
There was a knock on my door before it swung open. I landed back down on the balls of my feet. Craning my neck, I saw Jason standing there, blue eyes blazing.
The shock lingered as I watched Jason shut the door behind him and walk across the room to me. All comprehension was thrown out the window when he closed the distance and stood beside me.
The warmth radiating off him surrounded me.
Jason stared down at me as he reached for the board game I was struggling with. “We need to talk.” The silence was broken.
Moments later, I snapped back to reality. “What the hell are you doing?”
Jason rolled his eyes as if I was being dramatic. “I want to apologize.”
Anger swelled, and my mouth flopped open as I processed his words.
Blood boiling, I snapped, “You can’t just—”
“It’s the only way I could do it. I wasn’t thinking and just barged in before I could change my mind. I don’t know how to act around you, okay? It’s been so long,” Jason explained.
My hands fiddled as I thought of what to say. Letting out a deep sigh, I said, “I know.” The words came out as a whisper. “I don’t know how to act either.”
A pain struck my heart as I realized where this conversation was heading.
We couldn’t be around each other. It was too awkward.
“Can we—” Jason stopped, like he wasn’t sure if he should continue. He sat on my bed, hunched forward with his elbows on his knees. “Can we just start over and try to be friends?”
My heart fluttered at the words. I knew it was stupid to feel happy, especially because he had a girlfriend, but I was happy he wanted to try.
Was it a good idea, considering I still had feelings for him? No. A part of me still wanted to be around him. Another part of me wanted to forget him altogether. The former was stronger.
Jason sat silently, watching me with a solemn face. “Don’t make me regret saying yes.” It was like we were thrown back in time as Jason grinned.
I stared intently at him. For just a moment, it was like the old goofy Jason was back.
But in reality, it wasn’t the old Jason at all. That version of Jason I’d known no longer existed. Now, in front of me sat a new Jason. One I wasn’t familiar with. Was he even still the same at all?
I planned to find out.
***
I groaned as my alarm beeped loudly at me. My sheets were thrown forward as I sat up and slammed the stop button on my phone screen.
Luckily, I wasn’t hungover. I’d made sure to drink a lot of water during our drunken game night. It hadn’t lasted long. We’d all been tired by eleven p.m. and had started dozing off at midnight.
God, I felt old.
My eyes lingered at the end of my bed, where Jason had sat last night.
After our conversation, we’d gone back out and had begun playing Cards Against Humanity. Jason and I had joked around a bit, but had mainly kept our distance from each other.
It had been strange at first, but as the night had gone on, it had begun to feel more natural rather than forced. Only time would tell if this could work out.
Friends.
A friend I still had feelings for.
I stuffed my face into my pillow as I let out another annoyed groan. This wasn’t the time to think about Jason. Right now, I needed to focus on landing this job.
I had a few hours to kill but mainly wanted to finish unpacking and cleaning my room. There were still a few boxes left.
I started the day off by organizing and cleaning my whole room. By the time lunch came around, I was sweaty and exhausted.
“Bagel sandwich?” Layla offered as she began to reach for the toaster.
“Yes, please.” I groaned and stretched my back. “I’m going to shower in the meantime.” I slid off the stool and made my way to my room.
The nerves were starting to kick in. I began wondering how my interview was going to be. Dante was putting in a good word for me, but we barely knew each other, so I couldn’t rely on his word just yet.
The warm water soothed my tense muscles. It felt so good. Too good.
As hard as I tried not to think about him, Jason flashed through my mind. My knees instinctively rubbed together.
It had barely been two days since we’d run into each other, and I was already going insane.
The way his blue eyes darkened every time he looked at me. The way my name rolled smoothly off his tongue. The way his jaw tensed as he watched me talk to another guy.
Jason was still too easy to read sometimes. Just the thought of his muscular arms wrapped around my body made me wet. I wanted his plump lips all over my naked body.
Was he more experienced now? Being friends was going to be damn near impossible. That, and he had a girlfriend.
Sighing, I turned the water to cold, allowing my heat to disappear.
As I walked out with a towel, drying my hair, Layla set the plate in front of me. “Made with love. A good-luck token for your interview.”
“I love you so much,” I cooed at my best friend. The nervous bubble in the pit of my stomach disappeared. All I needed was my best friends.
Everything was going to be okay. What was meant to be would be.
Grabbing the bagel, I bit into it, enjoying the taste of the egg and cheese. “This is delicious,” I moaned through the bite.
“Watching you say that isn’t.” Layla laughed, using a hand to cover her eyes.
“Thank you so much, Layla. This is exactly what I needed.” I took a smaller bite of the bagel, trying not to wolf it down in two bites.
Layla cocked her eyebrow. “Nervous?”
Frowning, I nodded. “I think it’s because I really want it. So, naturally, I’m overthinking the worst.”
Layla grabbed my free hand. “The worst that could happen is they let an amazing and dedicated worker walk away. You will find something you love.”
I gave her a genuine smile. “Thank you, Layla.” She was always there for me when I needed her the most. And Jess, but she was currently getting lunch with Quintin.
I glanced down at my phone. Only one hour until I met with Dante and his manager. I finished my bagel and went to my room, deciding on what I should wear.
After spending forty-five minutes getting ready, I said goodbye to Layla and went downstairs to my car. It was now 2 p.m., so by the time I got there, Dante should be settled in.
The GPS led me near the outer city limits. My eyes wandered the area as I took in the small shops that lined both sides of the street. It was a cute area.
Café Bombon finally appeared, and I parked on the street outside.
“Okay, Kara. You got this,” I reassured myself.
My chic ankle boots clicked as I walked through the front door. I smoothed my black skirt as I made my way to the cashier.
“Hi. Is Dante here?” I asked the girl whose name tag read, Valeria. Her short, curly brown hair hung above her shoulders, and her copper skin was covered in what looked like whipped cream.
“Hi! Sorry about the mess,” the girl explained as she wiped her hands with a cloth. “Dante’s in the back; I’ll go get him.” She disappeared through a door.
The sweet scent of vanilla filled the air. I turned to fully take in the café.
The dark-brown walls were covered in beautiful art from Mexico. A large Aztec mural covered the wall in the back, and soft salsa music filled the air.
This felt like home.
Dante appeared next to me. “Are you familiar with the story of La Mujer Dormida?” My eyes wandered from the mural to Dante, who was staring at me.
“Somewhat. I know it’s a part of El Popocatepetl—the volcano near Puebla,” I responded.
The view was beautiful. My abuelita’s home was in Cholula, but you could still see the mountain and volcano in the distance.
Dante walked up to the mural.
“The story goes that an Aztec emperor and empress had a daughter named Ixtacihuatl, also known as Ixta. When she grew up, she fell in love with the leader of the warriors, named Popocatepetl, or Popoca.
“One day, a war broke out, and the Aztec warriors had to go south to fight the enemy.
“After months of war, an enemy warrior sent a fake message to the emperor, saying that his army had won the war but that Popoca had died in battle.
“The emperor was very sad when he heard the news. When Ixta heard, she fell into a deep depression. She refused to go out and stopped eating.
“A few days later, she gave up altogether and died of sadness.
“When the emperor was preparing Ixta’s funeral, Popoca and his warriors returned from the war. The emperor was shocked when he saw Popoca and told him that the other warriors had announced his death. The emperor then told him that Ixta had died.
“Popoca was agonized. He took Ixta’s body and left town. He walked and walked until he arrived at a mountain, where he ordered his warriors to build a funeral table.
“They decorated it with beautiful flowers and laid Ixta on top. Popoca knelt down to watch over Ixta and died of sadness, too.
“The gods were touched by Popoca’s sacrifice and turned their bodies into a volcano, which connected with the mountain that formed the shape of Ixta’s resting body.
“The volcano sometimes throws out smoke to this day, showing that he is still watching over Ixta, who is sleeping eternally by his side.”
My mouth was parted slightly as I took in the mural on the wall that showed Popoca, who was dressed in Aztec clothing, and Ixta in his arms.
The smoking volcano and snowy mountain were in the background.
“My grandma always used to tell me that story when I’d visit. I loved looking at the mountain when we woke up.”
The mountain really did resemble a woman’s body, which made the story even more beautiful.
“It’s one of my favorite stories.” Dante gave me a small smile as he backed away from the mural and gestured to a booth near the entrance.
The sun shone in through the windows that formed the entire front of the shop.
I glanced around, realizing that it was still just us. “Where’s your manager?” The ambient music switched to a soft mariachi ballad.
Dante slid into the booth. Without receiving an answer, I sat across from him and laid my hands on the glossy tabletop.
“I am the manager.” My eyes widened. I glanced at his name tag, and sure enough, the title was written underneath his name.
“I guess that makes things easier.” I laughed in relief. Dante’s amber eyes held a playful glare.
This had been his plan all along.
“As you can see, our café is pretty authentic.” Dante gestured to the Mexico theme.
I nodded as he continued, “I love hiring anyone who has experience, but what I really want is the bilingual part, since we get many Latino customers. So the big question is, do you speak Spanish and how well?”
“I’m fluent,” I breathed, not sure why I was feeling so flustered.
“Then you’re hired.” Dante gave me a breathtaking grin. I blinked in surprise.
“But you don’t even know if I have any experience.” I didn’t. The most I’d done was sit in a café while doing my own work.
“Honestly,”—Dante leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms, making his lean muscles bulge—“Q put in a really good word for you.”
“Quintin?” I asked out loud. Until yesterday, I hadn’t seen Q in over a year, and he’d gone out of his way for me? I needed to tell Jess to marry that man.
“Yeah, so that means a lot to me,” Dante explained. “He said you’re a really hard worker and very ambitious. He also told me to be careful because you’re not afraid of unleashing your wrath on me.”
My cheeks flushed. It was most definitely Jess who had said that.
“Q’s not wrong,” I playfully replied in an attempt to hide my blush.
“I have two sisters”—Dante leaned forward on the table—“so I’m not afraid of a challenge.” The air left my lungs as I stared into his light-brown eyes.
So much dominance.
I was really going to enjoy working here.
“Is she hired?” a voice yelled out. Dante and I turned toward the front of the café. Valeria was peeking over the counter at us.
Dante nodded, and she jumped up in glee. “Finally, another girl!”
“We’re the only girls?” I quietly asked Dante.
Black waves fell onto his forehead as he shook his head. “We have one other, but she works days. I’m assuming you want night shifts. Q said you’re taking classes during the day?”
I nodded in return.
“Valeria works nights. I do too, as well as Paco. You’ll meet him some other time.”
“When does she start?” Valeria glanced between the two of us, patiently waiting for an answer.
Dante stared at me intently. “When do you want to start?”
“As soon as I can.”