Page 44 of How to Win the Girl

Those two frozen waffles I tossed in the toaster this morning did nothing to curb my appetite and only seemed to make it worse.

I tap my foot, impatient.

Four more people ahead of me…

Two.

“I’ll do fries, please.” I bite down on my bottom lip. “And a burger to go.” I can toss that in my backpack and eat it later during my geology lab…

After I pay, I back up.

And bump directly into a broad chest. “Oh shit, sorry.”

I glance up.

“Oh! It’s you—hey, Drew.” I brush past him now that I don’t have to launch apologies at a regular person.

Drew cocks his head to the side, staring at me as if I were a complete stranger.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

I roll my eyes, walking toward a table with my tray so I can arrange my snacks in my backpack.

“Ha ha, very funny.” Despite him pretending not to know me, he trails along behind me as I weave my way to a table I find in the corner of the crowded room.

“Drew is my brother.” The deep voice tells my back, starting at the base of my spine, working its way up.

It tingles.

I shiver.

That is the voice from the messages in the dating app…This is Drew’s face, smile, cocky grin.

I roll my eyes again, placing the tray on the table top, then remove my backpack and set it in a chair.

“Right. Next, you’re going to tell me you’re his twin.”

“I’m his twin.”

“Sure you are.”

He snorts. “So people aren’t allowed to be twins these days?”

“I think I would know if you had a twin brother.”

“I am the twin brother. You and I have never met.” He shifts on the balls of his feet with only a bottle of water in his hands. “Trust me, this happens all the time.”

As if on cue, a guy walks by, putting his fist up for a bump. “’Sup, Drake.”

Drew nods. “’Sup.” Looks at me. “See?”

“Pfft. That proves nothing.” What am I, an idiot?

Hardly.

I resume rearranging my bag so the food fits inside and won’t get crushed, withholding only the french fries, stealing one quick before zipping my bag shut.

I chew.

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