“You’ve never eaten at either place?”
“No, why?”
“They treated us like VIP customers. Both times we basically had part of the restaurant to ourselves. I thought it was because you were a favorite customer.”
“I think Thursdays are slow nights for both places. I was looking for a quieter type atmosphere.”
“Privacy is important to you?”
“I just remembered what you said about my shoulder and crowds. I didn’t want to risk bumping into anyone, especially with all this new hardware they put inside me keeping it together.”
“That’s good to know that you’re actually listening to me.” I grin.
“Oh, I’m definitely listening, darlin’.”
We walk in silence for a few moments and I’m completely at ease. For once, I don’t feel the need to fill the space with chatter. It’s just me and Jason and a lot of staring eyes.
That’s another thing.
I’m thinking he prefers smaller restaurants because he definitely garners a lot of attention from both men and women. It’s the craziest thing, but I imagine they gawk because he’s typically the tallest person in the room and usually the most handsome. It’s difficult not to speculate what people may think when they see me walking down the street with him.
Are they together?
He’s too good for her.
I know those aren’t healthy thoughts, but I can’t help it. If he and I had met years ago in high school, he is not someone I would have been friends with. That’s just a reality. I didn’t run in the popular circles of the beautiful people. I was the nerdy girl who spent most of her down time studying or watching old musicals with her mom.
“So last week you said you were studying?”
“Yes, with a few friends of mine at my house.”
“They’re all doctors?”
“Yes, we’re studying for our boards. When I pass, I’ll be a board certified pediatrician. It’s just another credential to let clients know that I’ve received attentional training in my specialty.”
“You said you were studying at your house?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“All female doctors?”
“There’s three of us and one guy– Owen.”
“Owen?”
“He was the first person to show me the ropes when I got into medical school. I was younger than the average student, and he took a special interest in me. He’s like a big brother.”
“I bet.”
I cock my head to the side unsure of what he’s suggesting.
“He really is like a brother to me.”
“Is he married?”
“No,” I chuckle.
“Was he friends with the ex?”
