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Totally fine. Perfectly, irrationally fine.
Sarah narrows her eyes like she knows better.
“Want me to drop a drink on her by accident?”
“Tempting.”
She pats my shoulder. “Say the word. I’m bored and clumsy.”
I force a smile, but the ache in my chest is very real. Shoving out from behind the counter, every step toward his table sends a pulsing heat I refuse to name through me. I’m not mad. I’m not even jealous. I’m just… concerned that he might be wasting valuable oxygen.
The blonde across from him leans in, laughing at something he didn’t even say—because of course she does.
I stop at the edge of the table, arms crossed, not bothering to fake politeness.
“What do you want to drink?”
The girl startles, blinking up at me with wide eyes. “Um, I’ll have a?—”
“Didn’t ask you.”
I turn to him, but he doesn’t look surprised. If anything, he looks like he’s enjoying himself.
The smug bastard.
“Well?”
His eyes drag up slowly, unapologetically—like he’s savoring this. “Whatever you’re serving, sweetheart.”
The nickname hits like a slap. I grit my teeth, pen pressing so hard into the pad I’m surprised it doesn’t snap.
“Hope you like bitter.”
His smirk deepens. “Only when it bites back.”
Oh for fuck’s sake. Of course he’d say that and look like sex while doing it.
I ignore the heat creeping up my neck.
I’m not going to let him get to me. Not this time.
“Cute,” I say tightly. “Is that what you’re into? Girls who bat their lashes and hang on your every word?”
He shrugs like he’s not actively lighting my spine on fire.
“Depends. They don’t usually growl at me while taking my order, but I’m open-minded.”
The blonde glances between us like she’s just realized she walked into the wrong scene of a movie and is two seconds from being written out.
I glance at her. “You might wanna find another table.”
She blinks, taken aback. “Excuse me?”
I tilt my head, slow and pointed. “He’s already had his dessert.”
She makes a little scoffing noise and turns to him again, like he’s going to defend her.
He doesn’t.
