When Krish goes to pay for their drinks, the girl behind the counter gives him a fake smile and he knows what’s coming. “Hey there,” she says through Revlon red lips. “Two lattés? Your friend knows Randy Blake?”
“He’s just saying hi.” Ring up the damn drinks already, Krish thinks, frowning at the menu on the wall behind her so he doesn’t have to see the way she’s watching Dane.
Only she’s taking her sweet time, probably thinking if she dawdles enough, Dane will come over here when he’s done. Krish holds out the money before she even tells him the total. As she takes it, she flips her hair over one shoulder and asks, “So do you know if he’s seeing anyone?”
If she’s trying for nonchalant, she’s failing miserably. Krish narrows his eyes, feels the jealousy course through him again, and pi
