“What can I get you and the beautiful lady to drink?”
“Two Gettin’ Figgy cocktails, please.”
My brow furrows. “You ordering my food, too? I don’t think we’re quite there yet.” I scan the drinks menu, then pop it back in the holder. “Can I have a Gettin’ Figgy cocktail please?”
Gray rolls his eyes. “Why do you always have to be difficult?”
“If you think a woman ordering her own drink is difficult, then you have issues.”
“I know what you like, Cam. I brought you here, knowing you’d love the place. When are you going to learn that I know what’s good for you?”
“When are you going to learn that I have a brain?”
Thanasis looks between the two of us with a grin, then pats Gray’s shoulder. “I’ll leave you to it.”
The guy from the tea shop who’s on his honeymoon steps up to the makeshift stage.
“Look, it’s the newly married couple.”
Gray turns around. “Oh yeah. They look happy together, don’t they?”
“Yeah, they do. I hope I’m as happy as that one day.” The music to ‘All I Want For Christmas’ plays. “You have got to be kidding me?” I bury my face in my hands. “I can’t listen to any more Christmas music. Please, not again. Is this how they torture prisoners?”
Gray chuckles. “You’ll get used to it.”
“Yeah? When I’m deaf? Is that what happened to my aunt?”
His gaze drifts towards the karaoke space. "You gonna give us a show?"
I squint my eyes. Is he insane? I’m not getting up there to sing a Christmas song. “No way.”
Thanasis arrives with two cocktails that smell absolutely divine like nectar from the Gods themselves. “Enjoy.” He gives me a wink before returning to the bar.
My smile widens as I tongue the straw to the fruity sugary drink and a blush creeps up my chest. Gray snarls at me while snatching the glass from the tray. I wet my lips. His brooding features are enough to make other parts of my body wet, but I push those thoughts aside.
“That’s too bad cos I already texted our song.” Gray shoves his phone back in his pocket.
My head snaps up. “What?”
“There’s usually a wait. You’ll have time to get a few more figgy cocktails and look at Thanisis ass before they call us.”
“What song?” Heat claws at my neck. “I don’t do karaoke.”
“You used to love it. You were always singing.”
“Yeah, when I was about fifteen.”
“I heard you singing earlier in the shower.”
I gulp. “You were listening to me in the shower? I thought you were in the tearoom.”
Another singer sings Wham’s Last Christmas. I’m definitely gonna need another drink. My phone vibrates in my bag like it has been doing all day.
Gray points to my vibrating purse on the table. “Is that you that keeps buzzing? You can answer it. It’s fine.”
“It will be work. It can wait.” I know exactly who it is, and he can wait for an eternity before I speak to my ex again. Pulling my phone from my purse, there’s about ten missed calls and several texts. I turn my phone off. He’s not wasting another second of my time.
Just because he’s back, he thinks we can pick up where we left of. He can think again. I’m not even in the same country, twatface. Once I would have rolled over and had him back, but I’m done being everyone’s second choice and someone to bide their time until something better comes along, whether that’s a younger model or a promotion.
