Chapter 123 - 123. damsel in distress (2/2)
”Perfect.” she flashed a beautiful smile.
We sat down at our table and then our server arrived, her face expectant. The hostess had definitely dished behind the scenes, and this new girl didn't look disappointed. She flipped a strand of short black hair behind one ear and smiled with unnecessary warmth.I could have swore I heard Amanda releasing a little growl from across the table. so cute they growl.
”Hello. My name is Amber, and I'll be your server tonight. What can I get you to drink?” I didn't miss that she was speaking only to me.
She looked at me.
”I'll have a Coke.” I said.
”Two Cokes,” she said.
”I'll be right back with that,” she assured me with another unnecessary smile. But Amanda didn't see it. she was watching me.
”What?” I asked when she left.
Her eyes stayed fixed on my face. ”How are you feeling?” ”I'm fine,” I replied ”I've always been very good at repressing unpleasant things.” Right on cue, the waitress appeared with our drinks and a basket of breadsticks. She stood with her back to Amanda she placed them on the table.
”Are you ready to order?” she asked me. honestly if she knew what kind of scary face Amanda was making behind I don't think she would be so rude. ”Just some pepperoni pizza please.” she left with our order and I turned to Amanda who was still staring at me.
”Really, I'm not going into shock,” I protested.
”You should be - a normal person would be. You don't even look shaken.” she seemed unsettled. she stared into my eyes, and I saw how light her eyes were, lighter than I'd ever seen them, golden butterscotch. ”Usually you're in a better mood when your eyes are so light,” I commented, trying to distract her from whatever thought she had.
she stared at me, stunned. ”What?”
”You're always crabbier when your eyes are black - I expect it then,” I went on. ”I have a theory about that.”
Hers eyes narrowed. ”theory?”
”Mm-hm.” I chewed on a breadsticks and smugly smiled. ”And?” she prompted.
But then the waitress strode around the partition with my food. I realized we'd been unconsciously leaning toward each other across the table, because we both straightened up as she approached. She set the dish in front of me - it looked pretty good.
”You were saying?” she asked.
”I'll tell you about it in the car. If...” I paused.
”There are conditions?” she raised one eyebrow, her voice ominous.
”I do have a few questions, of course.”
”Of course.”