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“Extra side of bacon, I take it?” Christian asks as he writes down my order. He looks up and gives me a smile. “Is Elvis having a bad day?” he teases with a charming smile.
“He’s in a mood, but he’s perked up since he saw your truck.” Which is true. Whenever he’s happy he gets an extra wiggle that goes right to his butt. He looks like he’s dancing with his stubby legs.
“Then I’ll make sure he’s taken care of.” He rips the paper off the slip and hands it to the guy flipping burgers behind him. I reach for my money, but Christin holds out his hand. “It’s on me today.” He scribbles something on the paper then slides it to me. I see it’s his number and he’s holding it out for me to take. I freeze for a moment unsure of what to say. No one has ever given me their number before. The only guy I ever dated got mine off our group study sheet and started texting me one day.
“There’s a line here,” says an irritated voice behind me.
I turn a little to stare into a broad chest covered in a well-tailored suit. My eyes travel up and up until they lock on deep gray eyes that aren’t looking at me but over my head to Christian. I stare at the man for a moment, taken aback by his intense eyes. I didn’t know people actually had gray eyes but his are like cool steel.
“No need to be rude,” I finally mutter as I look away from him and turn back around.
I was openly staring at him and I’m lucky he wasn’t looking at me. The man reaches over my shoulder and takes the paper from Christian’s hand. His arm brushes my shoulder in the process and I swear he did it on purpose.
I don’t turn to look at what he does with the paper, but just as Christian is about to say something to him his face changes and it’s like he recognizes the guy. He pauses for only a second before going back to taking orders. As rude as it was for the guy behind me to snatch the paper out of Christian’s hand, I hope he’s not writing his number down again. I really don’t want it to be awkward because I have no intention of calling him. There’s no attraction or spark between us, but I enjoy our small talk. I don’t want to ruin that, mostly because Elvis wouldn’t let me stop coming here.
“Your usual, too, Aiden?” Christian asks.
He clearly knows the guy, and I let out a small sigh of relief. Maybe they’re friends and messing with each other. I step to the side, and though I move over, Elvis doesn’t. He keeps his ass planted where it is and I know he’s not moving until he gets a piece of bacon. Oh, I could try and pull him, but even though he looks chunky there’s a whole lot of muscle to him. He doesn’t go anywhere he doesn’t want to unless you pick him up to make him.
Aiden grumbles a confirmation to Christian, followed by a comment about paying for my food. I wonder if I should say something.
I take a peek over at the guy in the suit because I’m unable to help myself. I think he might say something about Elvis, but when I glance over at him he’s staring right at me.
I look away and pretend I wasn’t trying to steal a glance at him, but I have a feeling I’m not subtle. I do it again, but this time I tilt my head and steal a peek through my eyelashes. His eyes lock with mine and he stands there openly staring at me. He’s not shy about it at all and doesn’t try to hide it like I’ve been doing. He’s bold as he watches me and looks like he’s trying to figure me out.
When my phones vibrates again, I glance down at it.
Gia: You’re right. I’m not sure how I’ve lasted this long.
I laugh.
Me: It’s been two weeks.
Gia’s response is instant.
Gia: You’ve seen him!
I laugh harder this time. He is handsome, though not my type. In the short time they’ve been dating, I can tell they fit together nicely. Her loud chatty personality offsets his stoic one.
I’m not sure I have a type. I glance over to Gray Eyes, who’s moved closer to me. I step around Elvis to let someone else order, but still he stares at me. This time the edges of his lips pull up in a smile and he lifts the paper he took from Christian. I watch as he tosses it into the trash can next to him and makes of point of wanting me to see him do it.
