nudge.
“Your food’s ready,” the cashier finally called out, shoving a tray on the counter forward, his expression watchful all of a sudden.
I smiled at him.
He didn’t smile back.
I grabbed some sauces and let Zac carry the tray over toward the drink station. We each filled up our cups and took the table in the corner, farthest away from the front counter. I was going to be hurting soon. I’d make it worth it in the meantime, though. My stomach was grumbling.
I took a bite of my crunchy tacos and then said, “I’ll go with you if you want me to. I’ve only been to a haunted house once, and I closed my eyes the whole time, but it’ll be fun, right?”
Zac, who had his mouth full of chalupa, nodded. “Very fun.”
Liar. I had no problem with scary movies, but I did close my eyes from time to time—most of the time.
Speaking of doing things together. “Hey, have you watched the video I uploaded of us lately?”
He shook his head.
“It already hit four million views.”
Zac set his chalupa down. “You serious?”
I nodded at him and grinned. “Yeah. They went up like crazy over the last week. It’s been years since the last time I got that many views so fast. Everyone loved it.” Especially me. It made me smile the times I watched it. All right, I’d smiled the entire time I’d edited the video, but that was a different story. I just loved watching Zac talk and do everything in general.
Oh God, I was screwed and needed to stop thinking that way.
“Thank you again for doing it for me,” I added, giving him a smile I hoped was as appreciative as possible.
His own smile in response was big. “Mama and Paw-Paw watched it and loved it. Mama said I should do more with you.”
“Hey, whenever you want.”
“Whenever you want,” he insisted.
I couldn’t help but beam at him. “Deal. My subscriptions went up about ten thousand after the one I did with CJ and Amari.” That one had done really well too. “It went up another twenty after yours.”
“’Course they did, darlin’.”
“Your fans seemed to be super excited about it. Did you read any of the comments? One guy wrote that he’d never been a fan of yours before, but he was now,” I told him.
He grinned.
So I told him another one. “Another lady said you’re cuter in an apron than in your uniform.”
His smile widened. “What else you got?”
I thought about it for a second, thought specifically about a handful of comments that implied more or less the same thing. They loved our video.
SOMEBODY PLS TELL ME THEY’RE TOGETHER
Number one fan???! #dead #deceased
Get married already!!!!
I think I just died of cuteness overload. Zac Travis + The Lazy Baker = magic
ThE sExUaL tEnSiOn!!! AnOtHeR ePiSoDe PlEaSe!
I love you, Bianca, but please change the channel to THE LAZY BAKER AND ZAC TRAVIS SHOW. I need more!
Came for the baking, left needing to masturbate.
“Go read them yourself,” I said instead and decided to change the subject. “Everything going okay with the team? Sucks y’all lost the last game, but they could’ve put you in, so it’s kind of their fault.”
He gave me a long, long look as he chewed.
Oh God. They’d released him. Those pieces of—
“I’m gonna be startin’, Bibi.”
I dropped the packet of hot sauce I’d just torn open. “Excuse me?”
He didn’t look happy, which didn’t help convince me I’d heard him correctly. “I’m gonna be startin’. Fisher tore his ACL this mornin’ durin’ practice.”
Yup. I gasped and only barely managed to keep my voice down as I asked, “Are you serious?”
He nodded.
“Why don’t you look excited then, Snack Pack? I thought you’d be overjoyed. I’m overjoyed,” I whispered.
His pink mouth twisted to the side just a little, and I knew in that instant whatever had driven him to come over and get a huge hug was back in business. “I should be, you’d figure.”
Yeah, he should be.
Zac’s hand went up, and he fiddled with the short hair by his ear. “I’m just….”
“Nervous?”
His mouth twisted a little more. “Somethin’ like that,” he admitted. “Haven’t felt like this in a while, but so many things seem to be on the line now. Things that didn’t seem to be on the line before and….” Zac blew out a breath toward his food, and he seemed to eyeball his chalupa for a minute before he continued. “I’m lettin’ dumb shit I heard get under my skin. I should be excited, but I’m worried I’m gonna