Bab 111: Growing Soft

ELLA POV:

So, after Max apparently made my shift with the chocolate (seriously, MVP of the day), the rest of the shift became bearable. Dylan, though? I don't know what his problem was. Like, does he not know me by now? I roast everybody when I'm having a bad day—especially during my girl days.

If he's sulking around waiting for me to apologize, he can keep waiting until hell freezes over. Let me be clear: apologizing would be the worst move. Dylan's already confessed, and he was acting like I'm supposed to like him back. News flash: feelings don't work that way. And if I say sorry, he'll probably get some big idea in his head like, Oh, Ella feels bad. Maybe she likes me too. Nope. Not today, Satan.