The waiter comes back a few minutes later, glaring at us as if he thought we were going to leave and he’s mad we didn’t. With a sigh, he sets out silverware. “I’ll be your waiter tonight. My name is—”
“Todd,” someone behind him says.
I look up to find another waiter pushing Evan aside. Now this one 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! f**k, 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
