Chapter 17

Ricky

“Ehm…hi.”

My head jerks from cleaning the countertop to find her standing in front of me. The same red-haired girl that went in not too long ago. Do I know you?

“Hi,” I reply, caution sealing my lips from expelling more words. There’s a grin she’s trying to hold back, and it makes me add more caution to my posture.

“I just wanted to remind you to read the book. 

Dunes of Greyhound.”

I stare at her, trying to patch together what she just said. Read the book? Only members of the art community can say that to me, and none of them is here.

And what’s with 

Dunes of Grey- Dunes of Greyhound? Hold on. Only Pat knows I’m reading the book and.

Pat. Dunes. Pat. Red hair. Work. 

Recognition walks into my face as the realization hits me square in the face. 

The girl— You— You’re—

Before the words can come out of my lips, she’s already out of the door, her red hair bouncing behind her as she rides