Vix rolls her eyes and scoffs.
“Let me get your orders in and I’ll be back with your drinks.” Angel turns and heads back towards the kitchen.
“You know you love me!” Knox shouts at her back.
“Like a hole in the head!” she snaps loudly back, not even bothering turning around.
Vix and I burst out laughing.
“No tip for her,” Knox says as he slumps back in the booth.
“Maybe if you stopped giving her a hard time...” but he cuts me off before I can finish.
“Nonsense. She loves it when I give her a hard time.”
“Suuure she does.” I smile.
As we catch up on our lives and talk about how Vix is adjusting to the new job, Angel comes back with our drinks.
“Diet Coke for Vix, Fanta for Myssa, and a coke for Knoxie.”
Biting my lip to hold in a laugh, I watch the heat creep into Knox’s cheeks.
“Thank you,” he says bashfully.
“Food will be right up.” She smiles.
We continue our small talk, and it occurs to me that I never really got the story of how Knox ended up at Frequency.
“So, how did you end up at the club, Knox?” I ask while we wait for our food.
“Z and I go way back. We’ve known each other since we were kids. It was always a dream of his to open a club.I bounced at other clubs to learn and get the experience I needed to be where I’m at now,” he explains.
“That’s awesome,” I say.
“Yeah, I can't imagine myself anywhere else. Zayne has really been like an older brother to me. I owe him,” he states proudly.
Angel walks up to our table, expertly balancing our orders, Knox takes them quickly passing the plates to each of us.
“Thanks, beautiful.” Knox says, looking up at Angel, clearly trying to butter her up again.
She winks back at him playfully.
“Enjoy, kids.” She walks away.
As I take off my jacket, my stomach growls. Tonight’s events have made us ravenous. The conversations flows easily, and the more I get to hear about this Zayne guy, the more I’d like to meet him.Funny how we never met before.
“I told Myssa he is totally her type, too,” Vix says, pointing her fork at me.
Knox looks between us, but doesn’t say anything.
I roll my eyes. “Whatever.”
Resting my elbows on the table, I’m about to lay into Vix, but Knox grabs my wrist before turning my arm to see the sizable wound marring my skin. His gaze follows it down to my wrist.
“Myssa, what the hell happened?” His reaction and the tone in his voice puts me on edge. I’m already ashamed of what’s been going on. Embarrassed about the clear delusions I’ve been having. I know I came here with the intent of telling them, but his reaction has me second guessing myself.
“It's nothing.” I tuck my arm back to my side.
