ridiculous, because sheâs painted them black, and all you can see are these tiny blobs of black on each finger.
Chloe answers like itâs the most obvious thing in the world. âAll cops have guns.â
âNoâI mean one that he keeps at home?â
âYeah.â I kind of thought all cops had guns they kept at home.
âTrippy.â Mel chews on her lip, and then she whispers, âHave you ever touched it?â
âNo,â I answer fast, and then wish I hadnât. I wonder how Chloe would answer that one. âHe keeps it locked up.â I donât mention that I know the combo. And then because I canât help it, I ask Chloe, âHave you ever touched it?â
She doesnât make eye contact right away, and that tells me all I need to know. She slides her eyes up toward mine, and then she says, âNope. Never touched it.â If she hadnât looked away, Iâd have believed her. But she did look away. And now I know sheâs a liar.
I can tell Mel knows too. She makes this strange mmhmm noise and gets this glimmer of a smile, so slight that after a minute Iâm not sure if it was really a smile at all. First time Iâve seen her smile today.
It creeps me out.
âWant to grab a pizza after our shift?â
Miguel has asked me out ten times in the last week. In ten different ways. To ten different places. Iâve made up ten different excuses.
I sigh. Iâve been considering asking Paisley to swap partners, but maybe I should just be a grown-up and talk to him.
I face him. âMiguel, this may sound strange to you, but Iâve never really dated anyone.â
I can tell by his expression that he thinks this is just excuse number eleven. Itâs not. âLook, my dadâs a cop, and he sees all kinds of crazy things out there, so heâs super strict.â Plus Mom has always wanted me to stay focused and avoid drama. Keep my âeye on the prize.â
So I donât date.
Not that Iâve had a lot of opportunities anyway, but I donât tell Miguel that. Heâs nodding again, and I can tell heâs not going to give up on this one. What, is he waiting for his quota of rejections?
âHow many times do I have to tell you Iâm not interested?â I ask Miguel. I feel brave because Janaeâs in the office with us. Sheâs beading and she has her earphones in, but I can tell sheâs really listening to our conversation anyway.
âOnly once.â He sits down close to me.
âIâve already told you a million times!â I almost scoot away. But his bare arm is touching my bare arm, and it makes me tingle. Iâm not sure if it feels nice or uncomfortable, but I stay anyway.
âYouâve lied to me a million times. I know youâre interested.â
âYouâre full of yourself.â
Miguel stops, and I think maybe Iâve offended him. He repeats what I said. âFull of myself? I am not familiar with that expression.â
Janae snorts. She unplugs her ears. âYouâre a riot,â she tells Miguel.
He winks at her. âA riot? What does that mean?â
Janae throws a bead at him. âIn case you didnât know it, Gabi, Miguel likes to play the new immigrant thing. Itâs his dating act.â
âWhat you mean by ânew immigrant thingâ?â Miguel holds his hands up flat, all innocent. Then he reaches over and grabs Janaeâs foot.
âHe thinks it makes him cuter.â She kicks her leg to try to get him off. âHas he tried the rose shtick yet?â
I look back and forth between Janae and Miguel. Miguelâs face has turned a dark shade of purple, which is hard to do since his skin is so dark in the first place. But heâs not pissed. His eyes are practically twinkling. He turns to me. âAnyway, I know youâre into me. You just donât know it yet.â
âScrew you,â I tell him as firmly