The waitress holds her hand up to her mouth and tries to cover the fan girl smile spreading across her face. These corny lines of his actually work, and he's delivering them right in front of me.
That's it.
I've had enough.
"I'll catch up with you later, lover boy."
I get up to leave in a huff.
"Wait." He grabs my arm.
"What?"
"You're crankier than usual. What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Don't tell me nothing. I haven't talked to you in weeks, and you're acting like a total bitch today. What's wrong?"
"Has it been weeks?"
Saint pauses for a minute then lets my arm go and smiles.
"I'm afraid to even ask this, but is it possible that you're angry that I haven't called you?"
"It's not possible."
"Oh, I think it's very probable." He grins. "You missed me. Admit it."
"Never."
"In between practice, eating and sleeping, I promised my nephew a snowboarding trip. So we drove upstate, and when I got back, I had to get right back to the grindstone. I'm sorry."
Phones don't work in the mountains?
Oh my God, what am I saying right now?
"No apologies necessary. It's none of my business what you do or who you talk to during your down time."
"I'm making it your business."
"I've got to go." I try walking away again.
He grabs me by the wrist smiling like he just won the lottery or something.
"Why are you smiling?" I ask irritated.
"Because you're so stinking pretty."
I squeeze my cheeks together with my hands and stick my tongue out.
He laughs out loud, and the entire restaurant glares at us.
"You look even prettier now."
I roll my eyes.
"You'd be mad if I kissed you right now wouldn't you?"
