As he settled in his seat, Vic smirked. “Are you going to do that all throughout dinner?”
Matt sat back. “Not unless you want to keep an eye on it for me.”
“I told you not to park there.”
Matt looked up as a young waiter approached their table. If he was old enough to drink, he didn’t look it. His asymmetrical haircut looked fey—Matt pegged him as queer before he even opened his mouth. “I’m Aaron, your server tonight,” the kid said with a tight grin as he placed a menu in front of Matt. “Are we waiting for anyone to join us?”
::What’s this ‘we’ shit?::Vic muttered silently.
Matt stifled a laugh. “No, it’s just the two of us all by ourselves on Valentine’s Day.”
Something in the tone of his voice made Aaron’s eyes widen. Yeah,Matt thought with a smirk, it’s like that. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.