Regina and I found a table towards the back. We could still keep an eye on Gus and Raven,
but we were hidden enough where he couldn’t spot us instantly.
“So, do we just watch?” Regina, still pouting, crossed her
arms over her chest.
“No, we listen in.” I leaned forward, keeping my voice
low.
“Listen in?” The demon looked confused.
“Yes.” I tapped my ears. “One of the perks of being an angel
is having hyper-hearing. So, I can
safely spy on those two without having to be within ear shot.”
Regina’s eyes narrowed. “That’s a little creepy.”
“It’s necessary, Regina.” It was my turn to pout. “Gus,
while a nice guy, has the social skills of a brick wall. I’m looking out for his best interests
here. If that means I have to do a little
spying, then so be it.”
Regina let out one single laugh. “You sound like a
politician.”
That comment sent a shiver down my spine. “You have a better idea?”
“Nope.” She held up her hands in defeat.
“That’s what I thought.” I sat back, and tried to
focus.
I could hear everything in the café around me, and it took a
second for me to hone in on the sound of Gus’s voice. He sounded nervous, which I expected, but he
didn’t exactly sound unhappy. So, that
was a plus.
“You know,” Regina started speaking, leaning forward and
resting her forearms on the table. “Being on earth so long has kind of made you
a bitch.”
“I’m just focused.” I tried not to let her break my
concentration.
“Sure, focused on being demanding and nasty.” She pointed at
me. “If a demon is telling you that you aren’t playing nice, then that means
you have a problem.”
I didn’t respond. I
did my best to block her out and stay focused on Gus’s voice. I had a job to do, and I wanted to do it
right. If that meant being a bit of a
bitch, well… so be it.
Honestly, I just wanted Gus to be happy. He just needed a little bit of a shove to
find out what that happiness was. What
did they call it? Tough love. Yeah, I was practicing some heavy duty, tough
love.
“So, I’m surprised that you asked me out again.” Raven was
speaking now.
Regina tried to say something, and I held up a hand.
Here we go, I thought to myself.
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