One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 245

Audrey

"You keep staring at that place," Avis laughed. "Why don't you just go in?"

"Hm?" I whipped my head around at the sound of my friend's voice, momentarily causing my neck muscles to ache in protest. Avis was smirking at me from behind her sewing machine. "Oh... I wasn't staring," I lied. Avis giggled and shook her head as she returned to her work. "Yeah, okay. It's not like you've been folding the same piece of cloth and sighing wistfully at the window for the past five minutes."

My cheeks flushed red at that. I quickly turned away from the large window, trying my best to shove the image of the empty storefront out of my mind.

"You really

could go, you know," Avis said as she pushed the fabric through the sewing machine. "I'll be fine here. You've helped enough today."

I shook my head and sat down in the plush armchair, picking up a needle and thread to get to work repairing the beading on a dress for one of Avis's clients. "No, no. I promised to help, and I'm here to help." Avis rolled her eyes at my insistence, but ultimately couldn't argue with the promise of more help.

This was our usual Saturday routine; I liked helping my friend, so I'd come by and give her a hand with her tailoring orders for a few hours. Avis always offered to pay me, but I always refused, telling her she could just buy a coffee for me instead. Truthfully, I just needed something to do on Saturdays. Something to get me out of the house because I was, for all intents and purposes, still an unemployed bum living under Edwin's roof.

as his wife and his Luna, yes. And I had more responsibilities now as the Silver Star, that much was true.

But I still hadn't quite decided what I wanted to do for a career, and I was growing more and more indecisive by the day. And so that storefront across the street from Avis's place sat empty. Taunting me.

It wasn't empty today, though. Today, there was an open house going on, and there was a steady stream of potential buyers making their way in and out of the empty old thrift shop. I wondered if a new clothing shop might open, or maybe a coffee shop, or-

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over again, only to find her now standing

dress from you so I can get my orders finished?" Before I could answer, Avis yanked the dress and the thread-which I'd

I guess I have been lost in thought," I admitted, running a hand through my silver

of the place. The alley itself had an adorable wrought iron arch and gate at the front, followed by a few steps leading up to the shop's ornate

over to look at the place with her. "If I was going to open a boutique,

amused look. "That's it," she said, setting aside the dress and grabbing me by both shoulders. "You're going over there." "But

look," Avis insisted, already wheeling me toward the door. "Besides, I need to finish this dress and you're a distraction. So go." Before I could answer, my friend was-quite literally-booting me out onto her front stoop and locking the

which she flipped the bird at me in response-but marched across. the street anyway. Avis was right; I'd just be looking. I didn't need

to.

But,

although instead of being stuffed to the brim with overfull

looked out onto the street. A long

I

to see a real estate agent in a crisp white button down strutting toward me, her heels clicking on the floor. She was II smiles and professionalism, and held a pamphlet out to me as I approached. The pamphlet

the bronze-colored fleur de lis ceilings, criss crossed with

the loft upstairs. You seem like the artsy type." She gestured to my wide-legged pants that I'd made myself, my beat-up Converse, and the little top I'd knit by hand just the other day. "It would make a great studio." "Oh, I actually make clothes," I said with a small smile.

raised an eyebrow. "The Luna of Crescent, just looking," she teased. "You know, we'd be happy to work with you

craftsmanship like this... I imagined it would be

Oh," I muttered.

Way