first step.â
Andreaâs attention drifts past me. âCheck it out,â she says, pointing across the street.
I turn and see Paul and Candace sitting inside the Starbucks. We cross the street to the coffee shop and stop outside, watching them through the window. Theyâre a mismatched couple, to say the least, but it actually kind of looks like theyâre on a first date or something.
âMan oh man,â I say. âIf Lannie saw this, theyâd both have to go into the witness protection program.â
I knock on the window and Paul waves, beckoning us in. The look on Candaceâs face is harder to read. I wonder if she wants us there at all.
âWhat happened to you guys?â I ask, taking a seat.
Paul and Candace go back and forth as they tell us the cop story. âMy dadâs going to kick my ass if I donât get his ladder home tonight,â Paul says, leaning back into his seat.
âCanât you just go home and get the truck again?â asks Andrea.
âThat cop was being a total asshole,â says Candace. âIf we go back up there in the truck, heâll be all over us.â
âWhat about my parentsâ Land Cruiser?â I ask. âIt has a roof rack. Would the ladder fit on top of it?â
âAre you serious?â says Paul. âThat would totally work. You donât think your parents would mind?â
âTheyâd be thrilled to help,â I tell him. âTheyâre very enthusiastic people.â
âThat would be awesome, man. Thanks!â he says.
I glance past him as a couple of women come in and walk up to the counter. âUh, Paul,â I say. âI know you donât want to talk about it, but does Lannie have any idea that youâre spending prom night hanging out with the Breakfast Club?â
âWhat? No, so please donât mention it next time you see her.â
âThatâs not what Iâm getting at,â I say. âDonât turn around now, but her mom just walked in.â
âShit!â he says, slouching down in his seat.
âOkay, listen,â I say. âThe important thing is not to panic.â I turn to the girls. âIâm going to make a distraction and then you guys hustle Paul out of here. Try to keep him covered.â
âRoemi, heâs a foot taller than either of us,â says Andrea.
âJust do your best, and wait for the right moment.â I jump out of my chair and run over to the counter, where Mrs. Freston and her friend are waiting for their coffees. I quickly move around in front of her to keep her facing away from our table. âHi, Mrs. Freston!â I say.
She actually jumps a little bit, startled. âOh, Roemi. You scared me. How are you?â
âIâm fine, Mrs. Freston,â I say cheerfully. I make a quick motion with my hand, signaling for Paul and the girls to leave. Paul shakes his head and points past me at the door. I know what he meansâif they run for the door, Mrs. Freston will definitely see him. But sheâll also see him if she turns away from the counter with her drink. Weâre stuck between a rock and a hard place.
I just stand there, smiling like an idiot. My mind races, trying to figure out what to do. Iâm obviously interrupting them, but I canât lose their attention.
âDo you like my tuxedo?â I ask.
âItâs veryâ¦colorful,â she says. âWhy arenât you at prom?â
âOh, itâs a long story, Mrs. Freston,â I say. âI guess you could say Iâm president of the lonely hearts club this evening. Drowning my sorrows in a skim macchiato with an extra shot of espresso, a pump of vanilla and whipped cream. I know the whipped cream kind of defeats the purpose of the skim, but you know what they say, yin and yang. The circle of life and all that.â
Behind her, Paul and the girls move slowly through the coffee shop and stop