It had been three days since their lockup incident and Spencer still hadn’t called. Deal, neither had she but that’s not the point.

Ashley picked up her mobile and pushed in the number she knew by heart now, after dialling it a hundred times but never pushing the little green button. This time wasn’t any different. She closed the mobile and placed it next to the cash register with a sigh.

The chime of the bell above the door shook her out of her thoughts and she absently welcomed the customer . “Welcom to- Kenny.” She growled out when she raised her head.

“Hello darling.” The waiter grabbed a book he found on a table and eyed its cover. He scrunched up his nose and carelessly threw it to the side. “I’ll wait for the movie.” Kenny strutted over the counter. “Ashley, you smokin’ cupcake, how are you?”

“What do you want?” Ashley rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest. She trusted the little weasel as far as she could throw him. Which, obviously, wasn’t all that far.

“Nothing, nothing! I’m just passing by and-“

“What!” She cut him off and glared. “Do you want?”

“You seriously need to call that little lollipop of yours.” He said nonchalantly and put his elbows on the counter so he could rest his head in his hands. “I think we liked her a lot better when she was bitchy. Sulky Spencer is just downright pathetic.” He picked up a magazine and started flipping through it.

Ashley snorted but secretly awwed at the image of a moping Spencer. That just had to be adorable. The little frowny face and the pouting lip. Oh yeah, Ashley would definitely melt when presented to that sight.

“Don’t snort honey, it’s not very attractive.” The waiter gave her a sweet smile and fluttered his eyebrows.

She grabbed the magazine Kenny was reading and smacked him upside the head. “Shut up, gay dude.” She put the mag back on the counter and shook her head. Either Mickey here or Minnie would be the death of her one day.

“So what do you say?”

Should she swallow her pride and damn it all to hell? She kind of knew she wouldn’t get shot down by the blonde so what was she scared of? Nothing. Just the little devil on her shoulder telling her she was bound to fuck this up, too. It was time to make the little angel on her other shoulder kick that bitch’s ass. And it was time to pay a certain hot blonde a visit.