Face Off

Laina

I got to work at the restaurant twenty-five minutes early for my shift. It gave me time to change into my uniform, black jeans, a black short-sleeved button-up, and black heels, and also put on some lipstick. Tips were tips, and having a pop of color seemed to earn me a couple extra bucks by the end of the night.

A couple of other waitresses who were also waiting for the shift change started trickling in as I sat in the break room thinking about that kiss in Mason’s kitchen. If I thought on it hard enough, I could still feel the warmth of his hands in my back pockets.

It was pleasant. I wanted to be back there, trapped between his arms, being kissed. He made me feel more alive than I had in ages. The way he held and touched me and teased me lit little fires in my veins. They were still burning now.

By the time my shift started, I was doing everything in my power to stop thinking about Mason. He was a huge distraction. I tied my apron around my