“Ah-huh. And how curious have you been about the other waitresses?” When he doesn’t answer, I glance at my watch. “Take your time.”
“Has anyone told you you’re a smartass?”
“I may have heard that once or twice.”
He shakes his head at me. “Come on. Be my wing woman. I won’t seem so intimidating if I’m with a woman.”
“And what if she thinks we’re on a date or something?”
“I think I’ve got bigger things to worry about if she thinks I’d take my date to a diner.”
I huff out a laugh but agree to go out to lunch, finding myself curious about this girl as well now.
When we get there, we sit in a booth in her section and wait for her to finish up with the table she’s already at. I take in her curly hair twisted up upon her head with a couple of pens holding it in place, and admit I can see the appeal. She’s beautiful in that understated girl-next-door kind of way. She has that peaches-and-cream complexion that people spend forever trying to achieve with makeup tutorials, and a dimpled smile that looks genuine.
“You’re right, she’s pretty.”
“Told you so.”
“First thing you should know about women, they don’t like smug men.”
“How strange.”
“I know, right?”
He chuckles, handing me the menu while not even bothering to check his own.
“What’s good here?”
“Everything.”
“Helpful as always.”
“I’m a helpful guy.”
I roll my eyes and decide to keep it simple and go for a club sandwich.
“Look natural, she’s coming over,” he hisses as if I’m riding around on a unicycle juggling condiments.
I ignore the weirdo and flash her a smile as she approaches. She looks at me and returns one before her eyes move to Capone.She swallows, and a guarded look flashes across her face before she focuses back on me.
“Hi, my name’s Lucy, and I’ll be your server today. Are you guys ready to order, or do you need a few minutes?”
“No, I think we’re ready, right, Capone?”
“Oh yeah, I’m ready.”
And of course, he made it sound like an innuendo. Lucy’s cheeks turn pink, and god only knows what she’s thinking.
“I’ll take the club sandwich with a side of fries and ranch dressing. Oh, can I have a Sprite too, please?”
“Sure. And for your boyfriend?”
I lick my bottom lip to hide my smirk. Is she fishing, or have I been spending too much time with Capone? “Oh no, he’s not my boyfriend.”
“No. I’m a man. So I guess that makes me a man friend?”
Both me and Lucy look at him and I swear he cringes. I guess he’s not nearly as smooth as he thought he was.
