Chapter 5“Looks like this is my seat,” someone said as I took a drink. I glanced up and forced a smiled at the blond guy sliding into the seat across from me. He wore wire-rimmed glasses and a cheesy smile and I think I might have died a little inside.
“Nelson,” I said, pushing down the bubble of irritation. As if working with him all week wasn’t enough.
“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, waving at the waitress making her way down the aisle. He ordered a beer and nodded to my glass. “Screwdriver?”
“Yes.”
“God, I hate those. How can you drink that at night? Isn’t it a morning drink?”
I seriously wanted to slap him. Wasn’t it bad enough he’d messed with my design, but now he was one of my “dates”? Instead, I shoved aside the annoyance and lifted my glass. “I like it,” I told him
