There are people at other tables doing double takes, some of them pointing.
Rude.
They must recognize him from his interview on TV. Outside of that, he is very handsome. But Sarah is also very beautiful. A few of the men are looking at her, but most people are looking at Lincoln, which makes me think they know exactly who he is.
Sarah snaps rudely, yanking me out of my trance.
“Are youdeaf?” the bitch asks.
“Sorry about that. What would you like?” I say with a smile.
If I could only… ooooo!!!
If I could only get a minute in a room alone with this fucking cunt.
Smile, Gabby. I tell myself.
Fuck-ing smile.
Pretend that these are strangers and not your ex-husband who broke your heart… and is currently sitting here having agrandold time with the woman he cheated on you with.
Sarah rolls her eyes and points to the menu, her finger tapping near the top.
Then she says it… perfectly, like she was born in France.
“We’ll start with theCoquilles de Mer à la Truffe Blanche.”
The dish is anightmareto pronounce unless you’ve studied abroad, but it rolls off her tongue like she’s auditioning for a Michelin commercial. Of course.
“What do you want, baby?” she asks, smiling at Lincoln and putting on an extra show that I know is just for me.
I type down her order, wishing the chef would spit in Sarah’s food. Then I look to my right where Lincoln sits, elbows resting on the table, forearms angled forward, fingers interlacing slowly and neatly, like he has all the time in the world.
There’s a calmness in the way he does it, a kind of quiet elegance I never noticed before.
Lincoln looks at the menu and then smiles up at me with the same smile he always gave me when he was trying to flirt.
God, this is so embarrassing.
I feel my eyebrows crease, and I immediately put my head down to stare at the tablet so I don’t have to look at him.
He broke your heart, Gabby.
He fucked this woman and broke your heart.
He didn’t care about you.
He cares more about her, and now he’s sitting here WITH her.
But a part of me, some angry, petty part, wonders… wouldn’t it be justice if I got Lincoln to cheat on Sarah?
Lincoln was mine first. And Sarah clearly cares about him; anyone can see it. Even in the interview she was salivating all over him. Fucking desperate ass.
Then Lincoln asks,
“What would you recommend?”
I don’t lift my eyes from the tablet. I keep my voice professional, upbeat.
