Page 63 of Me Three
“Could we get some olives and bread for the table?” Carter asks her before she’s gone.
It’s not long before we have the antipasti in front of us but still not Everett.
“Do you think he ditched us?” Carter chuckles.
“Never,” I say. “Maybe.”
He laughs and takes his phone out to call him.
And it’s just then when he shows up.
“Flat tire?” Carter asks him, and he shakes his head, taking a seat on my other side.
“Phone call,” he says and reaches for an olive, popping it in his mouth like it’s a peanut.
“You’ll catch us up in a sec. But we’re starving, so you better know what you’re having,” Carter says and waves at the waitress to come back and take our order.
“I always know what I’m having.”
We all give her our orders and as she backtracks, she bumps into a guy.
A tall, huge guy with biceps for days.
“I’m sorry,” the waitress says at the same time as he apologizes and turns to look at our table.
His eyes are a beautiful grey that’s equal parts radiant and intimidating, and he’s got those boyish looks that could send anyone into a spiral.
He glances at each of us and as if recognizing it for what it is, his lips quirk to the side smiling.
Wait a minute.
I know that grin.
“Ezra?” I say to him, and his eyes land on me.
“Yes,” he says, narrowing his eyes, probably trying to figure out if he’s met me before.
The waitress goes off to tend another table.
“I’m Tru. Julian’s friend. We met at a party last semester,” I say.
“Oh yes!” he says, and his gaze lights up. “Sorry, I didn’t recognize you.”
I wave him off.
“Don’t be silly. You met me once at a party. I don’t expect you to remember me,” I tell him.
I can feel Carter’s and Ev’s hot stare on my face, so I turn to introduce them to Ezra.
“Hold on. You’re Ezra Dixon?” Carter says.
Ezra smirks and nods.
“No way. I’m subscribed to YourFan page.”
Ev and I turn to him, and Carter raises his shoulders as inconspicuously as he can manage.
“I mean, I’m not. No. What? Okay, I am. Shoot me. I’m allowed. He’s gorgeous,” he fumbles, and Ezra smiles.
