“No!” She rolls her eyes indulgently, shaking her head at me with a wry smile. “With the whole wedding thing. I mean, you and Nash …” She scoffs once. “If I recall correctly from Seth’s yearbook …” She pauses, glancing up toward the ceiling pensively. “I believe you two were voted most sickeningly in love couple of your class. Kids in my year still refer to you guys as ‘couple goals’,” she scoffs, air-quoting with her fingers. “And now you’re forced to make the damn cake for his wedding to some other woman!”

“Oh, pfft.” I laugh, brushing off her concern with a wave of my hand. “I’m fine.” And at that, I stop at my own words. I’m fine. A small smile plays on my lips, because I realize for the first time since Friday when Nash arrived unexpectedly to tell me he was getting married, I actually am fine. He’s marrying another woman, and I’m fine with that. But he’s mad at me, and I’m not fine with that. I don’t know what I’ve done to make him mad, and almost immediately my smile falls.

“Huh,” Sarah muses from beside me, pulling me from my thoughts and I cast her a slightly annoyed glance, quirking an eyebrow, knowing she has something she feels she needs to say. “So, it’s Harley?”

“What’s Harley?” I shake my head at her cryptic words strung together in half-assed sentences I can’t understand. “What are you even talking about?”

“He’s the reason you’ve spent the entire day looking like someone told you the Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus ain’t real.”

“What? No, I haven’t!” I laugh indignantly, gaping at her, but I quickly look away, because I know she’s right.

“What did he do?” she asks, and I can feel her eyes on me.

I desperately want to tell her. I need someone to confide in. But that would mean confessing my shameful and embarrassing secret, and of all the people I could possibly tell, Sarah is the last person I could ever trust. She’s an 18-year-old gossip queen. I know at least half the entire town would know my lie within a few hours.

“What are you even still doing here?” I shake my head at her, deflecting the obvious. “Your shift finished hours ago. Don’t you have homework to do? Or someone else to annoy? Seth’s home. Why don’t you go hang out with him?”

“I’m waiting for Tyler to pick me up!” she answers matter-of-factly, and I roll my eyes at her as she continues smiling self-righteously, but before I can tell her to stop, we’re both startled by an unexpected knock coming from the glass door at the front of the store. It’s past seven. We closed two hours ago. My curiosity piques as I walk through the shop, but I stop suddenly, and my heart stammers heavily in my chest when I make out Harley standing at the door, looking in at me through the glass.