Then he’d smile at me, and our shoulders would brush, and. He’d be showing me how to work the cash register, and I’d instantly master the task. He often worked at Batch after school, ringing up customers at the sales counter.Īs I watched Flynn now, I imagined us working together. Winston-as in the owner of A Batch Made in Heaven. It wasn’t just that he was cute (okay, very cute). I had a hard time not noticing Flynn in general. His curly dark-auburn hair, striking indigo eyes, and tall, lanky stature made him easy to spot at our school. He was in eighth grade, a year ahead of me and Kalli. I peered around, searching for a face to go with the voice.įinally, my eyes settled on Flynn Winston. As I set a cup of fruit salad on my tray, the words “mentor program” drifted down the lunch line, catching my ear.
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