The waiter walked across to the table with our coffees, placing them on the table with a polite smile. I couldn’t help but notice his gaze remained upon Mason this time, which was highly amusing. He obviously knew he had irritated him, despite the fact there was no real reason for Mason to be upset by this guy's behavior. I was sure he was just being friendly.
“Are you guys ready to order?” the waiter asked politely.
We hadn’t even had a chance to look at the menu yet. If the rest of the dinner took as long as this did, I would find myself spending all evening with Mason… or was that his plan? Though, would that be the worst thing in the world?
“Not just yet, we will take a look at the menus now, and then call you over if that is okay?” Mason said, his voice full of authority. I coul
