Chapter 11Kyle held the bag and tracked April’s movements, up to her almost infinitesimal pause when Cliff appeared behind her, probably whispering something annoying…God, Kyle really wanted to punch the jerk in that fat nose of his. Another server, one Kyle recognized only by his white shirt and black trousers, hurried up to them. Cliff headed toward the high-top near the bar that he would have given Kyle, and April disappeared into the back of the house, a spring in her step.
Grinning, Kyle turned and almost bounced out of the restaurant. He was going to call the most beautiful girl he’d ever known. He’d talk to her for a while—not for as long as he’d like, since tomorrow was a workday for both of them—and hopefully by the time he got off the phone, he’d be going on a date with her.
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