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“It’s kind of you, but Aunt Sofia would kill me if I let you help. Also, weren’t you trying to find someone?”

A sly smile came to his face, and he winked.

“I think I found her.”

Was he flirting with Rosalina? It seemed like it, but Rosalina just went back to mopping the floor. I sighed. I really should help her.

For one second, I went to get up, and the boy yelled, “Don’t even think about it!”

I saw another one of my cousins with the same tray of drinks I had so elegantly spilled cross to my table, and I gave in. There was no use trying. Right now, I didn’t think I could stand. As I wrestled with my various amounts of guilt, the boy slid into the other side of the booth.

“So, you’re Isabella Bianco, right?”

I sighed.

“Sadly. And you are?”

He reached out his hand.

“Liam. Liam Covington.”

Of course, he was. Rosalina giggled and I shot her an evil look. She had known who he was the whole time. This was not the greatest first impression. What was worse was that he didn’t seem like a stuck-up rich jerk. Although he was wearing a polo and tennis shorts.

I sighed again.

“I’m sorry you had to meet me like this. Probably not the greatest first impression.”

Liam graced me with that heart-melting smile of his.

“Well, it was truly memorable.”

“I’d much rather you forget.”

He laughed.

“Sorry to just come by, but there wasn’t a cell phone number listed for you. Only the phone number for this place. When I called last night, they told me when your next shift was.”

My face was instantly red.

“I… I actually don’t have a phone.”

For the first time since he had walked into the restaurant, he looked at me like I was crazy. After the display I had just put on, that was saying something.

“You really don’t have a phone?”

Taking a deep breath, I shrugged.

“I have five brothers and sisters, and my parents work fourteen-hour days just to keep a roof over our heads. You know, people can survive without phones.”

Liam blushed slightly.

“Of course, I’m sorry. Do you have an email I can use?”

I shook my head. No computer. No email.

“We will just have to just work out a schedule in advance to meet up.”

He frowned.