Free Shane and Trey[ Enemies to Lovers 01 ] by Anyta Sunday

lunch,” Syd said, sliding into the chair next to me, his tray carrying a milkshake and what looked like a pumpkin and feta ciabatta. Yum.
    I finished a mouthful of omelet, and speared a piece of fried chicken. “Yeah, I’m so hung.” I slurped on some coke. “And this heat is not helping my head any.”
Syd grinned, but there was something strained about it. We’d only known each other just over a week, but I we seemed to just click. I could have known him for years. I studied his posture as he bit into his ciabatta. His shoulders slumped forward more than usual, and he kept tapping his leg. Every now and then while I chatted with him, his eyes would cloud over and he stare into the distance. After it happened the third time I took his milkshake and began drinking. He didn’t even notice!
“Okay, what’s up? Are you dreaming about the guy you met yesterday? And why haven’t you told me anything already?”
    Syd focused on me, biting his lip. “Um…” I decided to help him out. “What’s his name?” “Lucas.” “And who is this Lucas? What do you know about him?”
    Syd snapped more into his usual animated, confident self. “Ohhh, he’s amazing. He studies classics and art history, and speaks Spanish and French fluently, and is apparently not bad at darts.” He continued giving me the low down on what seemed like his dream guy. “Oh, and did I mention he’s in a band? Shit he’s hot.”
    “Okay,” I said, lowering my voice, “You’re forgetting some important details.” “Like what?” “Like a description.”
    “Oh you know, slightly taller than me. Black hair—natural, grey eyes, button nose, wicked smile.” Syd sighed. “Does a bit of sport, eats wells—I didn’t see under the clothes, but he felt pretty fine through them.”
“This Lucas guy sounds like a looker.”
Syd scowled. “Yeah, but hands off! He’s mine. Well, maybe.” He went quiet and contemplative again.
    “Maybe?” “Well, he’s perfect, but—”
    I held my breath, hoping it wasn’t the same but I’d had about him. “Are you into himthatway?” I asked, raising a brow.
“Maybe. Well, yes, I think so.” He frowned, and stared over my shoulder. “I don’t know.”
     
“Do you want to talk about it?”
    “Yes. But I’m not sure I can.” He stared intently at his milkshake still in my hands. “I just need to figure some stuff out. It’ll be right, I’m sure. And I—I do like him.”
I took another sip of his shake and handed it over. “Thanks. And if and when you do need to chat about it…”
Syd gave a short sharp nod in understanding. “You got classes this afternoon?”
“Nah, today is an easy day for me. Had two earlier. It works out perfectly because I’m working Tuesdays back at home.” “Really what do you do? Is it a big trip?”
    “I run an afterschool care club at my old grade school. Twenty-five, six to seven-year-olds. It’s only thirty minutes by car, not long at all. And so worth it to see my little buddies.”
“Twenty-five of them?” Syd said his eyes wide. “That’s a handful. More than a handful.”
    “I have someone helping.” I pushed the remains of my lunch away and leaned back in the chair. “Actually, I’ll be working with Trey.”
“You seem to be getting on better with your roomie than I am with mine.”
    Yeah, unfortunately. What wouldn’t I give to have a plain hate-my-roomie situation? Life would be so much simpler. I sighed.
“What was that for?” Syd asked, looking at me suspiciously out the corner of his eye.
    Did I dare tell Syd the truth about how I felt with Trey? I searched his face. Open, honest, receiving. I probably could talk to him about it. But not today,ntl not right now, and certainly not in the middle of the cafeteria.
I pushed a stray lock from my eyes. “After work I’m going to tell Mom about me.”
     
With a small comforting smile, Syd patted shoulder. “I’ll be thinking of you.”
     
“Yeah. Thanks. I feel ready.” “And if