She was even prettier with a little color in her cheeks. Kendall pulled out the doughnut and took a bite, humming in appreciation. As if he might correct her and tell her it was something else. Thank you… Max.” She said his name like she was testing the way it sounded. I was in such a rush, I totally forgot to grab something.
Kendall glanced at Owen, then nodded her head. “I bet you skipped breakfast this morning. “You should probably eat something,” he said, filling the awkward silence. He hadn’t had a pimple since the twelfth grade, but all their gaping had him wondering if he didn’t have a giant red bump on his nose. They were beginning to make him self-conscious. I mean, if I want jelly, I’m going to put it on toast, not in my doughnut.”īoth designers stared and blinked, blinked and stared. I’m a Boston cream fan myself, but some people don’t like stuff inside their doughnuts. “I figured everyone likes glazed doughnuts. The navy V-neck shirt she wore accentuated the length of her neck, and her skin was the color of the cream he put in his coffee. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a ponytail that fell halfway down her back. The biggest, softest brown eyes stared up at him. He waited for them to break apart before he handed over the food and drink. This was not how he expected day one to start. When he returned to the future home of Sato’s, the two designers were hugging. He bought Kendall water and a glazed doughnut, just in case low blood sugar really was the culprit. He decided to duck outside and spotted a Dunkin’ Donuts on the corner, down the street. The restaurant was a big, torn-apart space with nothing to offer but broken furniture and an empty bar. Jordan that Max ever knew was his grandfather, and his mother’s father was nothing but a mean, old man. Jordan stuff made him feel uncomfortable. “Please, call me Max,” he said to both of them. She was pretty enough to be forgiven for spilling her coffee all over his shoes. The beautiful but somewhat strange designer rubbed her forehead and stared at Max. You’re alive,” Owen said, pushing Max aside and helping her sit up straight. What about Simon!” Her hand covered her mouth. “Oh, God, did I die?” She was horror-stricken. She looked up at him as he set her on the chair. Her eyes began to flutter open and, though it was absurd to think he had anything to do with her passing out, Max wanted to set her down before she came to.
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