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“You rang,” he drawls.
Mom stares between Noah and an amused Daisy in a panic. Curt shepherds her to a chair and pulls it out for her to sit down, seemingly unbothered by Noah’s sarcastic response, although the slight frown on his face belies that.
Maybe he’s used to this attitude from his son.
A beaming young woman who appears to be around my age comes bustling over to the table, her gaze like a laser beam on Noah’s face.
Noah turns away from Daisy before she has time to say anything else, and I watch as the asshole fades away, and in its place is a sexy beast.
Sexy beast. Had I really just thought that?
Kill me now.
“Hi Noah,” the girl purrs, bouncing her pen on her tiny notebook, completely ignoring the rest of us seated at the table.
Curt sighs loudly, but she doesn't seem to hear it. She’s a pretty girl, with dark red hair and vibrant blue eyes. Someone who could hold a boy’s attention for sure. My hand drifts up to touch the ends of my plain brown hair that’s badly in need of a trim.
“How have you been?” She giggles, like he’s said something funny…even though he hasn’t said anything at all yet.
But maybe he doesn’t have to say anything. The way he’s lazily eyeing her, it would most likely cause hysterical laughter out of most people.
“Better now that I’m seeing you,” he finally answers in a silky voice. Daisy snorts and pretends to gag, drawing a furious glare from Noah.
My mother pales, her eyes a little too wide and desperate like she’s in danger of passing out.
I pick up my menu, fiddling with the page anxiously as Noah turns his attention back to the waitress.
“Looking forward to summer vacation? I’m so ready to be done with school,” she says in a choked voice, a blush darkening her cheeks. I can’t help but sneak glances at their conversation even as I try to distract myself with deciding what I want for lunch.
Daisy is now fluttering her eyelashes, pretending like she’s fainting, while Noah ignores her and continues to give the waitress his full attention.
School. I can only imagine how a boy like him is received at school. Do the girls faint as he walks by? Do the other guys bow in utter awe? One thing’s for sure. No way does Noah fade into the shadows like I do. Of that, I’m certain.
I wonder what that must be like…to be seen.
“I think we’re ready to get our order taken,” Curt interjects gently, before Noah can answer her question about school.
The redhead has been so consumed in leaning towards Noah, thoroughly enthralled in the planes of his face, that she practically jumps at the sound of Curt’s voice and at being reminded that she’s on the clock. She hastily wipes her sweaty hands on her apron and straightens up.
“Right, of course.” The girl pretends to give her attention back to Curt and my mom as they think about their order, but she can’t help herself from sneaking glances towards Noah from time to time.
Noah, for his part, has a smug grin on his face and a cocky air about him. He seems secure in the knowledge that he controls this girl.
“The chowder is really good here,” comments Curt to us. My mom nods, apparently recovered from her embarrassment over Daisy’s behavior and back to swooning over her man.
Jesus. She’s as bad as the waitress is.
I’m now a little mortified.
“Chicken tenders, french fries, and a side of hushpuppies,” Daisy throws out before my mom can order.
Noah snorts.
“Oh, did I copy your order?” asks Daisy innocently.
For as worldly as my big sister is, her comfort foods are definitely more akin to what a toddler would eat. Her order might have signaled to me…and maybe my mother too, that she’s actually more uncomfortable than she would allow us to believe…but she was also trying to insult Noah with her comment.
I wish I had half of her bravery…or foolishness. Sometimes her actions could go either way.
