Page 28 of What Is Love
“Because you never eat lunch,” Roe answered. Something in his eyes told me he was ready for me to disagree.
I didn’t. I was too stunned to.
“She looks like she doesn’t eat at all,” Reid said.
Asshole.
“It’s rude to comment on a girl’s weight,” Wyatt chastised him.
The waitress—Mac—returned with drinks. She set sodas in front of the guys and a water in front of me. “I forgot to ask what you wanted to drink.”
“Water is perfect,” I assured her.
She eyed my uniform. I had taken the blazer off, but the black button-up blouse and burgundy skirt were still recognizable. “Are you a scholarship student like Roe?”
I shook my head.
She tilted her head slightly as she took stock of me. “That’s interesting.”
I kept my face schooled. “Why is that?”
She smirked as she glanced at Roe. “You’re the firstfriendRoe has brought around us from that fancy school.”
Roe leaned back and frowned up at her. “Don’t you have work to do, Mac?”
“You’re not your dad, Roe. Stop bossing me around,” she said and stared at Reid. “Are you coming over tonight?”
“No,” Reid replied.
Mac sighed as if very annoyed. “Then can I come over to your place?”
I looked from Reid to Mac.Oh.They must be together.
“I don’t care,” Reid said.
Mac nodded and walked away. I tried not to frown and failed. He wasn’t a nice boyfriend.
Wyatt leaned close. “Roe’s dad owns this place.”
That piqued my interest and it probably showed.
“Reid works here, too,” Wyatt added. “He started off waiting tables just like Mac. Now he tends the bar.”
I glanced at Reid with an overwhelming urge to jab at him in some way. “It must be nice working with your girlfriend.”
Roe, who had just taken a drink of his soda, made a choking noise and quickly covered his mouth. Reid’s expression turned horrified. Wyatt snorted before bursting with laughter.
“Makayla is my sister,” Reid said, still looking disturbed.
“I apologize for assuming,” I said quickly.
Roe cleared his throat. “I can see how she came to that conclusion.”
Wyatt was still laughing. “Me, too!”
“My mom invited me over for dinner,” Reid explained. His dry and to-the-point tone told me he wasn’t thrilled to do so. “I don’t want to go. I’m letting my little sister escape from the fallout by hanging out at my place.”
Escape? Fallout?Those words made me wonder if they were in a similar situation as me. I didn’t dare ask. It wasn’t any of my business.
