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“Sure, where?” Evan asked.
“Primo’s.”
“Ugh. I hate Primo’s,” Nate complained.
“I think you might like it today,” I replied cryptically.
“I don’t think I’ll like it any day,” Nate replied. “Pick somewhere else.”
“Just get your shit and trust me,” I ordered.
Nate complained all the way to the restaurant until we stepped inside and he saw Isa sitting with Brandy at a table near the windows. Nate looked at me, and I grinned.
“I told you that you would like it today,” I said quietly as we waited to be seated.
“Three?” the hostess asked, blinking her big, brown doe eyes at us.
“Yes,” I replied. “Could we get a table by the windows?”
“Of course. Follow me,” the hostess replied.
As we passed Isa’s table, I stopped. “Isa?”
She looked up at the sound of her name, and surprise flashed across her face, quickly replaced by dismay. One day, she wouldn’t be unhappy to see us. I honestly couldn’t wait for that day to come. It was like a needle prick to the heart whenever she scowled at our presence.
“I didn’t expect to see you here,” I continued. “Brandy, good to see you again. How are you?”
“I’m doing great,” she replied, her eyes bouncing between us and Isa.
“And how are you doing today, Isa?” I asked.
“I’m fine,” she replied.
“That you are,” I teased playfully.
“Sirs?” the hostess said to get our attention. I could tell by her face that she wasn’t too happy she had lost it. The poor girl didn’t realize she never had a shot. “Your table is just this way.” She gestured to one of the tables at the other end of the wall.
“Why don’t you guys sit by us?” Brandy suggested. Nate was already pulling out the chair closest to Isa at the next table.
“As long as Isa doesn’t mind.” I put my hand beside my mouth and stage-whispered, “She’s not our biggest fan, but we’re trying to change her mind.”
Brandy giggled as she looked at Isa expectantly.
“Why would I care where you sit?” Isa asked, blushing furiously.
“Wonderful, then we would love to join you. Thank you, Brandy,” I replied.
“We’ll take this table,” Evan told the hostess as he sat across from Nate.
“But—” the hostess started to say.
“We’re sitting here,” Nate interrupted.
“Of course,” she quickly replied, handing us our menus as I took the empty seat beside Evan. “Your server will be right with you.”
“So, do you ladies come here often?” Evan asked.
“We discovered it’s both of our favorite places to eat,” Brandy replied.
