Page 80 of My Rules

We push through the doors, and I march straight up to reception. “Hi, we have a booking under the name Dalton, for four.”

She looks through her booking sheet. “Ah, yes, this way.” She walks through the restaurant, and we follow her to a nice table in the back. Kind of hidden—good. At least something is going right.

“Can I get you a drink while you wait?” the waitress asks.

“Yes,” I fire back without hesitation. “I’ll have a margarita, please.”

“Oh,” Mr. No Name gushes, “onto the hard stuff, huh?” He holds his hand up for a high five, and I awkwardly slap it.

“Make it a double.” I fake a smile.

The waitress smirks as she writes down my order. She knows exactly what’s going on here.

“I’ll have ...” He looks through the drinks menu and begins to read every single line of every single page. He keeps reading and reading.

We wait.

We wait some more.

The waitress and I make eye contact, and I try to send her a telepathic message. Poison my drink so I can get the hell out of here, bitch.

She smirks again, as if reading my mind.

He keeps reading and reading, and this is just unbelievable.

Just order something, fucker!

“I’ll have a draft beer,” he finally says.

I stare at him deadpan. Ten minutes of reading, and all you came up with was a tap beer?

Dear lord ... hurry up, Blake.

“Your drinks will be out soon,” the waitress says before disappearing into the back.

“I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all week,” he tells me.

Oh no . . .

Now I’m a bitch. He’s trying to be nice, and I’m just being a bitch.

“Me too,” I reply. It’s not a lie. I was looking forward to it before he showed up.

Now, not so much.

“Here you go.” The waitress puts our drinks down in front of us and gives me a wink.

Fast.

“Thank you.”

“Thanks, love,” he says.

I glance up to see Blake standing at the reception desk with his date. She’s a beautiful blonde with a figure to die for. He’s holding her hand, and they are laughing at something as they talk.

They look like Barbie and Ken on crack.

Oh hell, just when I thought this night couldn’t get any worse.

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