Atticus woke up planning to enjoy Valentine's Day with his boyfriend, but since getting out of bed his day has only been one disaster after another. After being spectacularly dumped by his boyfriend, at least the day can't get any worse. Then a man on the subway mistakes Atticus for homeless, and Atticus realizes there are still far too many hours left in the day and very little chance for improvement
Kiss Me Quick is a collection of short and sweet stories from authors familiar and new, celebrating the season of love. Come and enjoy these tales of misunderstandings, lonely singles, pining lovers, and so much more! Because if there is one thing that is never in doubt, it's that LT3 knows the way to your heart, and these stories are a straight shot.
Serendipity
By Rachel White
Published by Less Than Three Press LLC
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission of the publisher, except for the purpose of reviews.
Edited by Samantha M. Derr
Cover designed by Megan Derr
This book is a work of fiction and as such all characters and situations are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people, places, or events is coincidental.
First Edition February 2012
Copyright © 2012 by Rachel White
Printed in the United States of America
ISBN 9781620041321
Serendipity
Kiss Me Quick
Rachel White
At exactly 11:03 a.m. on Valentine's Day, just as the subway train reached the Riverside stop, the guy across the subway car from Atticus stood, started to walk toward the train doors, paused in front of Atticus, and after what seemed to be a moment of debate, held something out. Atticus took it automatically and looked at it. It was a ten-dollar bill.
"Try not to waste it on drugs," said the guy with a strange mixture of sympathy and dismissiveness. He was dressed in a slightly wrinkled business suit and looked maybe five or six years older than Atticus' twenty. Clearly he thought he was pretty hot stuff.
Atticus stared at him. "I'm not homeless."
"No?" said the guy, looking startled.
"I'm a—I'm a hipster."
"You're not homeless?"
"Do I look homeless?" Atticus asked. His voice cracked a little. He'd only been up three hours and his day had already gone to shit so spectacularly it deserved some kind of prize, and this was absolutely the last thing he needed. Some random yuppie giving him ten pity dollars.
"You look …" said the guy, and then he trailed off. Probably because he realized there was no good answer to that question.
"I'm not homeless!"
The train doors closed. "Shit!" said the guy, starting and looking around in belated alarm. "My stop. Damn it." He raked a hand through his hair.
Atticus clenched his hand around the bill until it crumpled. He suddenly wasn't sure whether to throw it at the guy or feel bad for him. "You can get off at the next one."
"I know that, yeah."
"Do you want your money back?"