Page 29 of Nacho Boyfriend

“You can’t just come over on Sunday.”

“Why not?”

He presses his fingers on his temples. “Because you’re not really my girlfriend.”

“Okay, fine. But I was going to bring the Manischewitz.”

“Well, now you don’t have to go through the trouble. What is Manischewitz anyhow?”

“It’s kind of a sweet wine. It’s not very good, but it’s cheap, so…”

Ignacio lets out a sigh and scrubs his hands over his eyes. Now that I have a closer look, he seems tired and stressed. The delicate skin under his eyes has a slight yellowish purple tint. And that tousled hair? It’s poking in every possible direction.

“Are you alright?” I perch my fists on my hips, inclining my head to the side. “Do you need emergency chocolate?”

He breathes a half-hearted laugh. “No. But thank you.”

I squint one eye at him. “Are you sure?”

“Very.”

“Okay, well… I guess I won’t see you Sunday.”

He offers a closed-lip smile, and for a moment, there’s a small twinkle in his weary eyes.

“I guess you won’t. Goodnight, Olive.”

With a cheeky wink, I nod and head over to clock out.

“And Olive?”

“Yeah?”

He waves in my general direction. “Thanks for adhering to the dress code.”

“Anytime, boss.”