I frowned and took another bite out of the hot dog while he eyed the other one, longingly. "You hungry?"
"Yeah," he sighed. "I left my wallet in my car and my friend won't let me borrow money."
What kind of a friend wouldn't buy someone lunch at least? I knew for a fact Nikki would buy me half of Whole Foods if I asked her to. I nudged the remaining hot dog in his direction while chewing. "Have it."
His eyes went from the beef frank to mine and back again. "No, I couldn't do that, Kat. You don't even know me." Tristan said quietly.
"Your name is Tristan... King?" I asked, and he nodded in response. "You caught me pulling my wedgie, so consider this your blackmail money and we'll never speak of it again." I covered my mouth while I finished chewing.
"You really don't need to..." he started saying again, as he eyed the hot dog for the fifth time.
I rolled my eyes, and nudged the wrapped food closer to him. "Eat the freaking thing already."
He smiled that perfect, blindingly white smile before tearing the hot dog out of its package, practically shoving half of it in his mouth. He groaned for all that is holy in the universe. A groan that was all man and rich, and I knew my eyes probably glazed over in appreciation at the sound. Luckily, he was so preoccupied with having a beef sausage in his mouth that he didn't notice the crazy look I had in my eye.
There was a small possibility that Tristan had a big bald spot hidden underneath his cap. He might also have an extremely hairy chest, or maybe even a third nipple for all I knew. Or, and I gasped internally at the idea, a crooked dick. Those things creeped me the hell out.
Based on that groan and the pure pleasure that rang up my spine, I just knew that there was no way this man was here alone...
And damn it, I was going to find out for sure.
Chapter 8
"So Tristan," I started to say, when he shoved the last bit of food in his pretty mouth. I hoped I wasn't overstepping my boundaries by asking him what was about to pop out of my mouth. "What kind of friend doesn't give you any lunch money?"
He smirked while chewing. "The same friend that's waiting foryourfriend to text him back."
"Wait. What?"Whatthehellwashetalkingabout? I wondered for a split second before his words sunk in. "Calum Burro is your friend?" I couldn't begin to grasp the idea that the universe was so small and that this was my luck. I mean, seriously? Of all the people here, I started talking to the one person who personally knew my best friend's infatuation? My brain screamed at my instincts that I should freeze up and stutter. Then again, I would think it was super fucking weird if someone was a fan of Zoey and thought it was awesome to meet me just because I was friends with her.
Tristan frowned like he smelled something bad but chuckled. "I told you I was waiting for my friend during the autograph session."
I wanted to be a smartass and ask him how I was supposed to know that he was talking about the only other guy nearby instead of one of the psychos in line but I didn't. "Well, that's awkward."
"Can you keep a secret?" he asked me, leaning forward in his seat. I nodded a little too quickly causing him to smirk again. "Why is that hard for me to believe?"
Pulling my hand across my lips like I was zipping them closed, I tossed my hand back to make it seem like I threw away an imaginary key. "My lips are sealed, I promise."
"I think Calum's in love. He's been babbling about your friend for the last three hours," he tugged at the brim of his hat, smiling. "He said he wouldn't let me borrow any money until she texted him back."
The snort that erupted out of my nose made us both laugh. "Well, he's out of luck because Nikki is playing hard to get right now." I told him, wiggling my eyebrows. Thinking better of what I just said, I added, "But don't tell him that." Nicole would have my ass on a platter if he found out. Besides, as Zoey always said, "Hos before bros."
Tristan shrugged as he leaned back against his chair. "Why are you eating all by yourself?"
"My friends didn't want to eat with me."
He frowned again, a wrinkle creasing his flawless forehead. "I'm glad I found you then."
"Better you crashing my lunch than the other guy who caught me pulling my wedgie." I smirked at the perfect male specimen in front of me and he grinned.
"Your boyfriend won't get mad, right?"
My eyes narrowed in his direction, wondering if he was trying to fish for information like I had been earlier. It seemed really strange to me that out of the hundreds of women here, with prettier faces, and wearing a lot less clothes, he'd chosen me to harass. Pushing the thought to the back of my head, I decided I'd rather focus on the fact that he did, instead of why he had.
"Nah, but my husband will." I said, with a straight look on my face.
Green eyes immediately drifted to my left hand, which was resting on the table. He shook his head as he let his eyes drift back to my face slowly. "You got me, little gold digger." Tristan leaned forward in his seat again, casting a quick glance around.
"Are you... hiding from someone?" I pointed at his head, and then his hoodie.
