Chapter 2

I look up to find another waiter pushing Evan aside. Now thisone is cute, with wispy blonde curls and tan skin and dark eyes that light up the room when he smiles. And he’s smiling now, smiling at me,as he takes our napkins from Evan.

“Todd, at your service. I’ll be your waiter tonight.”

“This is my table,” Evan starts, but Todd kicks him in the shin and he bends down to rub his leg. “Ow! Fuck, Todd.” When Jen giggles, he frowns at us. “You’re working the other side of the room, remember?”

Todd lowers his voice and turns away as if he doesn’t want us to overhear. “Take one of my tables.”

Evan’s still frowning like he thinks it’s a bad idea to switch.

Do it,I want to say, because Todd’s a cutie and he smiled at me. I want him to smile again. He’s so close, my menu brushes his wrist, and I watch the way the fine hairs on his arm stand up beneath the laminated paper when I move my hands.

In a heated whisper, Todd says, “Just this once, Evan. Please.”