“Oh,” Pippa mumbles, her smile faltering just a tad. “That’s okay. Maybe another time?”
“Yeah,” he says quickly. “Definitely.”
This is sad. Pippa’s chasing someone that’s not exactly interested in her. Every time she leans in, he slightly leans back. He’s not rejecting her outright; he’s just not matching her energy. He might like her, but not enough for a full-blown relationship. That’s the vibe I’m getting from him.
Wesley notices it too. His foot nudges mine under the table, and I practically jump out of my skin.
“Stop that,” I whisper.
“Just checking if you’re still awake.”
“I’m awake.”
“Good,” he says softly. “You get kinda quiet when you’re deep in thought.”
“I’m not deep in thought.”
“Liar.”
I glare at him. “You think you know everything, don’t you?”
“Just enough to piss you off.” He grins, and it’s cocky—too cocky. The only reason he’s still breathing is because Linda arrives with our food, placing the plates carefully in front of us. I force myself to not take a bite, even though it’s out of pure stubbornness, and my stomach protests with a groan.
Wesley demolishes his burger within a few bites, then smugly eats his fries as he waits to watch me eat.
I tell myself I don’t care, and that I don’t notice how he watches me between bites, like I’m the only thing in the booth that matters.
I can ignore him.
I’ve ignored worse things before.
The only thing that can distract me is food, so I finally take a bite of my grilled cheese and immediately hate that Linda wasn’t lying. It’s perfect. A sinful indulgence of cheese bliss that warms my tastebuds. The soup is downright divine; the right blend of spices and tomatoes that makes grilled cheese dipping feel like a luxurious event. For a hole-in-the-wall diner, this place knocked my grilled cheese out of the park, but I refuse to let my face show it.
I won’t let Wesley win.
But of course, he does anyway.
“See?” he murmurs. “I totally knew you were a grilled cheese girl.”
“I will stab you with my fork if you call me that again,” I threaten, holding my fork like a weapon.
“Whatever you say, GCG.”
“You’re impossible, and about to lose a testicle.”
He glances down at the metal prongs jabbing at his torso like a Katana. “You know, I think it might be worth it.”
Rolling my eyes, I go back to eating, doing my best to block out his stupid comebacks.
Across from us, Pippa steals a fry off Eddie’s plate, twirling it between her fingers, clearly trying to flirt, but failing miserably. “So, Eddie,” she says, leaning forward. “Are you a virgin?”
He chokes on his burger. “Excuse me?”
She purses her lips, smiling evilly. “Have you ever been with a girl before?”
Wesley chuckles. “He wishes.”
“I find that hard to believe,” she continues. “I bet you have girls just throwing themselves at your feet.
