Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 85

Edgar’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he mustered the courage to ask, “So, what do you like?”

Surprised. Sherilyn paused and asked, “Why do you want to know?”

1, I just.” Edgar stammered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment, “Just curious. You

don’t have to answer.”

“Im off then.‘ Sherilyn said, gesturing ahead.

“Okay…” Edgar nodded, feeling a bit downcast as he watched her walk away.

Suddenly, Sherilyn turned around.

Edgar straightened up immediately, wondering what was up.

After a brief silence, Sherilyn said, ‘Pumpkin pie

With those words, she left without looking back.

“Pumpkin pie… Edgar repeated to himself, and a smile broke across his face as he chuckled.

She had answered his question.

“Yes!” he thought, as if he had found a treasure.

But Sherilyn had almost immediately forgotten the exchange as she returned from the restroom, continued applying her makeup, and prepared for her performance. After the show, she removed her makeup, changed clothes, and was ready to leave.

“Hey!” Someone called out to her as she stepped out of the Neon Nights Bar.

Uncertain if she was the one addressed, Sherilyn turned around and saw Edgar approaching, holding a bag in his hand.

She stopped and waited for him. “What’s up?”

Edgar jogged over, stopped before her, and handed her the bag. “Here, this is for you!

“What is it?” Sherilyn frowned, not taking the bag.

But Edgar was in a hurry. His buddies were waiting for him. If they saw him there with her, he’d never hear the end of it!

“Just take it.” In his urgency, Edgar thrust the bag into Sherilyn’s hands.

Sherilyn frowned as their hands touched momentarily. Luckily, it was just a short while, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

Tve got to go!” With a smile, Edgar turned and walked away.

“Hey, what is this?” Sherilyn called after him.

Edgar looked back, waved, and said, “Pumpkin pie!”

Then, he hurried off.

“Pumpkin pie?” Sherilyn looked down, opened the bag, and indeed it was. She felt inside. the bag and found a juice, too.

Just a casual remark from her, and he went and got it? Could he possibly be interested in her? Sherilyn sighed, shaking her head helplessly. Was it just a fleeting whim of a rich kid looking for aCopyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

fling or the innocent crush of a sweet, naive guy? Either way, she wasn’t going to entertain the idea. At least she wasn’t ready to start anything new just yet.

Still, she appreciated the pumpkin pie. Holding the bag, Sherilyn scanned a bike and rode back to her apartment on Serenity Street.

Several floors in the apartment building, including hers, had broken stairway lights. Using the phone’s flashlight, Sherilyn lit the way up.

“Ah!” Sherilyn suddenly screamed, startled by the figure at her door, nearly dropping her phone.

“You’re back.” The voice from the dark was familiar, but where had she heard it before?

Was it someone she knew?

Uncertain, Sherilyn shone her light directly at the figure.

“Ugh!” The beam hit Gilbert right in the eyes, and he shielded them, annoyed. “Sherilyn, what’s this? Are you treating me like a criminal or something?”

Sherilyn was stunned. That tone was Gilbert’s!

Instead of turning off the flashlight, she aimed at him more boldly. And indeed, it was

Gilbert.

Sherilyn’s first instinct was to turn and leave.

“Sherilyn!” Gilbert took a few steps and grabbed her ponytail. “Running? Where to?”