Thursday, August 21, 2014


Somehow, after tossing and turning all night and getting zero sleep, I’ve managed to not only make it into work, lugging all those ridiculous coffee orders with me, but to actually begin the process of launching the first wave of transitional fall clothing now that the fashion show is over.
I swallow hard. Of course, I have nothing left to focus on except for work now that things with Harrison have gone completely from endless possibilities to zero possibilities.
How is it that a man I met less than a week ago has turned everything in my life upside down? With Harrison I had the best conversations I’ve ever had with a man; the greatest physical attraction I’ve ever felt; and, God help me, the hottest kiss I’ve ever experienced.
And Harrison also gave me the worst feeling in the world when I saw the hurt look on his expressive face before he turned and walked away from me last night.
I begin shoving an ottoman in the women’s section across the floor to make room for the new display I’m going to put up. But none of that matters. Harrison is pissed off and disappointed in me and, lord knows, has a million other girls to choose from. I was nothing more than momentary diversion for him anyway—
I turn around and find Laurel standing behind me, holding a Starbucks cup out toward me.
“This was awful. Take it back and make them re-do it.”
I stand up. I take the cup from Laurel and feel that it is nearly empty.
“Laurel,” I say, confused, “you drank most of this. I can’t take it back.”
Laurel narrows her gaze. “Yes, you can. I drank that awful beverage because I would have gotten a horrific caffeine headache waiting for you to go back and get a proper one. So make them re-do it. Now. I have a million things to do today and don’t need to waste time arguing with you about a coffee.”
Then she spins on her Prada heel and storms off.
I take a deep breath. Laurel is beyond ridiculous. I mean, she drank it. I will not have Starbucks remake it. I’ll just buy her another one out of my own pocket rather than humiliate myself at Starbucks. Where I’m already humiliated on a daily basis by having to place four insane orders five days a week.
I go to the back of the store and grab my clutch. I put on my sunglasses and head through the store, to the front door and out into the bright Texas sun. It might only be 10:30 AM, but it’s already steaming hot outside.
I start walking down to the Starbucks when suddenly I stop dead in my tracks. My heart jumps. My chest draws tight. I can’t breathe.

Because Harrison is coming right up the sidewalk.


Aven Ellis has been writing fiction since she was sixteen. She studied communications at a large Midwestern university, and after graduation, Aven worked as a reporter for a community newspaper, followed by a stint at a public relations agency.

But writing about city council meetings and restaurant franchises was not as much fun as writing for young women trying to figure out their careers and potential boyfriends. So Aven got herself a job in television that allowed her to write at night.  Connectivity is Aven’s debut novel; Waiting For Prince Harry and Chronicles of a Lincoln Park Fashionista(New Adult romantic comedy) will be published this year.

Aven lives in Dallas with her family. When she is not writing, Aven enjoys shopping, cooking, connecting with friends on social media, and watching any show that features Gordon Ramsay.

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