Sixteen
Tasa paused by the open door of the storage room; memories of Whistle teasing her with touches while she stood on the stool and hung onto the light socket rushed back. Jazz was rummaging around, pulling out bottles of liquor to bring out to the bar before they opened for the day. She’d arrived before her shift for the chance to talk to Jazz and get everything out in the open.
“Hey,” she said softly so as not to startle her friend.
Jazz took a sharp intake of breath, grabbing her chest as her eyes swung over her shoulder to Tasa.
She took a hesitant step into the room. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Jazz gave out a little chuckle. “No worries, I was so focused on going through the inventory, I didn’t notice someone came in.”
Tasa leaned back a little and glanced in the h
