Elevator Pitch (Hapless In Love #1)

16. Worth A Shot

16

worth a shot

Greyson

Queens, NY | November 12, 2023

I haven’t seen Selah since I got back home from Miami. I attended two SoulBlend users’ weddings over the weekend. We text every day and still have our standing coffee date on Tuesdays.

The other night, she FaceTimed me while wearing this little pajama set. She propped up her iPad while she was making dinner, and I witnessed her being herself where she was most comfortable, at home. I didn’t take that for granted, knowing how much she values her alone time and was happy to be a part of it. It was like a long-distance date, even though she lives downstairs.

I got a suggestive text from her late last night and I didn’t show up at her door, but I played along. The following day, she woke up apologizing profusely and explained she had an edible. It amused me, but she felt embarrassed. It didn’t change how I viewed her. I’d gladly do everything she mentioned in that text. She just needs to ask for it sober.

Some nights, Selah texts me late and says that she is having a hard time sleeping, and I’ll stay up and talk to her and try to help her ease whatever is on her mind so she can get some rest. I don’t worry about missing out on sleep because I can come in late whenever I need to. I just wish I knew what was keeping her up so often. She doesn’t really say, and I don’t want to scare her off if I pry.

I’m currently taking some pictures of Elena and Marco while they’re doing a catering gig for an event in Queens. They hired me to take some new photos for their website and social media. I told her since she doesn’t accept my money for food, I’d do it for free, but she refused, of course. It brings me back to when I met her years ago and she catered that party with her aunt. We were just kids, but now, she and Marco have a growing restaurant. I couldn’t be prouder of my best friend. Plus, I haven’t felt inspired to photograph much of anything lately, so when she asked, I was more than happy to help.

I respected the fact that it was an event and not a normal trip to Aguilar’s , so I didn’t eat a bunch. I’m heading home to relax for the night. It’s been a week, and I want nothing more than to chill. As I get closer to our building, Selah crosses my mind as usual, and I hope that she’s having a good night.

I’ll text her when I get settled in at home.

I wonder if she’d like to come by and have takeout with me?

Or not? It’s worth a shot, I guess.