Page 118 of The Manny

“Whatever. If you choose to play with Legos for a career, that’s your choice, I guess.”

“And that attitude is why I don’t have any interest in going to a club with you.”

“Liar, it’s because you think I’m too old.”

“Jesus,” I muttered. “You seriously don’t listen.”

Scowling, he scrambled from the booth, knocking into the table and almost spilling the wine glasses. He pointed at me, his face flushed and his eyes glittering with anger. “You’ll get older one day too, you little prick.”

While I was embarrassed he was throwing a tantrum in the middle of the restaurant, part of me was thrilled he appeared to be leaving. “I don’t dislike you because of your age. I dislike you because you’re rude.”

“Oh, really?” He laughed harshly. “I’mrude?”

“That’s how I see it.”

“Then you know what, Thomas? Go fuck yourself.” He turned and stormed down the walkway toward the front entrance, slamming the door as he exited the building.

My face was hot as the other diners stared at me, looking stunned. I was as shocked as them at how my date had behaved. I exhaled and tossed my napkin onto the table just as Lucia joined me, looking uneasy.

“Will your… dinner companion…. be… returning?” she asked politely.

“I hope not.”

She cleared her throat. “I… I was just about to bring out the food.”

“Yeah, um… I’m not sure what to do about the food. My… friend… had to leave… suddenly.”

She glanced at the door. “I noticed.”

Embarrassed, I mumbled, “Maybe you should just bring the check.”

“But, you haven’t eaten. Would you want me to package the food for you so you can take it home?”

I gave a weak smile. “Can’t wait to get rid of me?”

“Oh, not… I didn’t mean.” She widened her eyes.

I laughed gruffly. “I know. I’m kidding.”

“I see.” She smoothed her hand over her sleek hair. “It’s good that you still have your sense of humor.”

I sighed. “If you don’t mind packing up the food, I will take it home.” Maybe Jack would enjoy the lamb. I wasn’t a fan, but he might be.

“I’ll just go wrap everything up for you.” She grimaced. “I’m sorry your evening was ruined, sir.”

“It’s not your fault, Lucia.”

The red-haired guy who’d been sitting nearby suddenly appeared at Lucia’s elbow. His expression was curious, but also friendly. “How about we dine together?”

Surprised at his spontaneous offer, I frowned. “I’m sorry?”

“I don’t have a dinner companion, and it would appear you’ve misplaced yours.” He smiled confidently. “Why don’t we have dinner together?”

“Really?”

“Why not?” He shrugged.

“Well… I...”

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