Chapter 23: Blurred (Indie’s POV)
“That one right there. With all the flowers. Rosie’s Nails.” I pointed to it.
Wabara slowed down the car and parked before turning it off.
“You’re going to come with me? I thought you’re dropping me off,” I said while unbuckling the seatbelt.
“How will you get back?” he questioned.
I shrugged, “I’ll get a cab.”
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head lightly. “I’ll take you back. Come on, let’s go.” Why is he acting like this? Like such a fucking perfect boyfriend? We both climbed out and then headed inside.
“Indie!” She grinned from behind the counter.
“Rosie,” I chuckled, walking over.
“It’s been a while since you came. Let me see.” She grabbed my hands, looking at my nails. “You took a break, huh?”
I nodded. “Is Jackie in?”
“Sure is. Go ahead, grab a table. I’ll send her over to you.”
“Thank you,” I sang, turning to Wabara. “Come on.”
He followed me and we walked to one of the tables. Each table has two seats, one person to get their nails done and the other for whoever was here keeping them company, in my case, Wabara.
We sat down and I pulled out my phone, looking through Pinterest for some nice designs. I found one I liked, saved the image, and then put my phone down, turning to him.
He was looking around the place before his eyes found mine. “Moretz would die here.”
“Because of the flowers?” I chuckled.
He nodded.
“They’re fake. Most of them,” I replied, looking around with him.
“How do you know?” He scrutinized the flower walls and ceiling.
I pointed to it. “Look at them. They’re sort of… waxy. And polished. Can’t you tell?”
He shook his head.
I turned to look at him and realized we were really close. But he wasn’t looking at me. “Forget it,” I mumbled and straightened up.
“Indie, my darling.”
I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up as Jackie sat down across from me. “How’ve you been?”
“I’ve been great, what about you?” I asked, putting my hands out.
She looked at my nails and then started gathering everything. “What are we doing today?”
I showed her the picture. It was simple. I always get something simple unless I’m feeling fancy. I just wanted different, pastel-colored, french tips.
“Get something fancy next time,” she said before starting to do my nails.
I turned to Wabara who was still looking around. “You’ll get bored, Wabara.”
“Huh?” Why is he so fascinated by flowers?
“Do you like flowers?” I asked him.
He nodded, looking at my nails that Jackie was happily working on.
Her own nails were super long and sparkly. They looked like a little girl’s dream.
“What’s your favorite flower?” he asked me.
“Daisies. What about you?”
“Carnations,” he replied.
I’ll keep that in mind.