Eight months ago, you were just a soldier about to be deployed and I was just a waitress, sneaking you free pancakes and hoping you wouldn’t notice that my gaze was lingering a little too long.
But you did notice.
We spent a “week of Saturdays” together before you left, and we said goodbye on day eight, exchanging addresses at the last minute.
I saved every letter you ever sent, your words quickly becoming my religion.
But you went radio silent on me months ago, and then you had the audacity to walk into my diner yesterday and act like you’d never seen me in your life.
To think … I almost loved you and your beautifully complicated soul.
Whatever your reason is—I hope it’s a good one.
Maritza the Waitress
PS – I hate you, and this time … I mean it.
There’s no denying something’s there, something that makes my heart trot when he looks at me, something that makes me slick on an extra coat of lip balm or an extra spritz of perfume before dashing out the door to meet him.
And while I’m the one who made the rules—no romance and only honesty at all times—I’m the one who can’t stop thinking about what would happen if we broke one of them.
Only problem is, I have zero idea if he’s thinking what I’m thinking. He’s so even-keeled and emotionally guarded, but they say actions speak louder than words and the fact that he’s here, spending time with me doing stupid shit has to count for something … right?
“Why are you staring like that?” Isaiah asks when he turns around.
My cheeks warm. I’d been spacing off. “No reason.”
“Bullshit. You can’t lie, remember? Tell me what you were thinking about.” His lips draw into a playful smirk, and I can’t decide if I like his mysterious side or his spirited side best. It’s like trying to choose between white chocolate and milk chocolate, which are both delicious in their own ways.
“You don’t want to know.”
And I’m serious. He doesn’t want to know that I’m thinking about him in a way that I was determined not to. Besides, he’s leaving in a few days. There’s no point in ruining the rest of our time together by making this situation unnecessarily complicated.
“Try me,” he says, his stare boring into me. Something tells me he’s not going to let this go.
Giving myself a moment, I gather my thoughts and nibble on my lower lip. “I was just thinking about connections.”
“Connections?” His hands rest on his hips, his shoulders parallel with mine. I have his full, undivided attention.
“I was just thinking about how I hardly know you, but I feel connected to you,” I say, cringing on the inside but fully embracing the discomfiture of this conversation.
He says nothing, which doesn’t make this moment any less awkward for the both of us.
“You asked!” I remind him, throwing my hands up.
Another moment passes, the two of us lingering next to some hairy elephant-looking creature with a long-as-hell scientific name as a group of children runs past us.
“Now I want to know what you’re thinking about.” I nudge his arm. “It’s only fair.”
He smirks, then it fades, and he gazes into the distance. It’s like there’s something on the tip of his tongue, but if I push or prod too much, he’ll never share it.
“Nothing, Maritza. I was thinking about nothing.”
I don’t buy it, but I don’t press any further. I want to burn this awkward moment into a pile of ash and move on.
“Are you going to remember me after this week?” I ask after a bout of silence.
His golden irises glint as his eyes narrow in my direction. “What kind of question is that?”
“A legit one,” I say. “Will you remember me? Or am I always just going to be that waitress girl that you hung out with for a week?”
“Don’t think I could forget you if I tried.” He speaks in such a way that I’m not sure if what he’s saying is a good thing or a bad thing. “Can I be honest right now?”
“You must. It’s a requirement.”
Isaiah’s tongue grazes his full lips for a quick second and he holds my gaze for what feels like forever. “I don’t want to make this any more confusing for either of us, but I feel like kissing you right now.”
I fight a smile. I don’t want to smile. I want to scoff at him and tell him to stop being such a hypocrite.
But that’s only half of me.
The other half of me wants him to kiss me, wants his hands in my hair and his taste on my tongue just one more time because we’ll never have this moment again and once it’s gone, it’s gone forever.
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|Having read several books by this author so far I knew what kind of writing I would most probably find when I choose to read PS I HATE YOU by Winter Renshaw. But on the other hand my ratings for her books are about as diversely as her plotlines. Because she never quite writes a plotline like the general, reader would suspect it. Which is good and bad depending what the plotline was.
PS I HATE YOU is the story about two strangers that spend a week of Saturdays with each other. A week where they try to become or shall I say remain ? friends. Both were exceptional yet complicated characters with an unknown past. Yet both can not deny the spark between them, no matter how much they try to keep it in the “no expectations” zone. It is also a story of what happens after that week.
I choose to read it because I love military man and I love stories about letters going to soldiers. In addition, the Blurb promised a mystery to me that I wanted to solve.
Their interactions were really interesting because they were these really special characters. They managed to remained strangers to each other and to me even while I followed their week of Saturday.
The Blurb is a Letter that Maritza writes to Isaiah at a certain point after this week where they spend time together.
I loved their letters but even as they fell for each other I was wondering about certain things and trying to guess others. I expected stuff to happen when in fact things happened that I did not expect. So this book is unusual and not at all a cliché, which is one thing that I love about this authors book (as I said). Because of the Plotline it is difficult for me to say anything more after this letter was written as everything after this letter is a “?” and should remain so until the reader reaches that point.
So keeping things honest and a one pancake only base :
Would I have wished some things to bee different in the story ? Yes
I guess it was the authors intention when writing was to let the reader keep in mind that those two leads were basically strangers but for me this handling led to the fact that they remained strangers to me in a way that never let me connect to them. I was missing out on parts of their history for most of the book and this led to me feeling like an outsider to the story.
This fact and a plot twist that I felt was not necessary cost the book its 5ths star.
But did the story suit the character? Yes
It did and while I would have liked it to be a little different it was chosen well for these characters so I am positive that a lot of readers will love it.