“He got bad news.”
She looks at me. “Is he okay?”
The concern in her voice catches me off guard.
“He’s… dealing with something heavy.”
She nods, not pushing. “I hope he finds his way through it.”
“Me too.”
“Dex.”
I turn and immediately regret it.
Cynthia and Melanie.
Too much makeup. Too little clothing for this weather.
I walk over. “Cynthia. Mel. What can I get you?”
“Oh, Dex, I’m so glad the storm’s over!” Cynthia says, leaning in just enough to make it obvious what she’s doing.
“You need a minute to order?” I ask.
Stephen snickers behind me.
“I was wondering…” she continues. “Since our last date got cut short…”
Yeah. Because I had Ethan fake-call me to get out of it.
“How about you come over tonight?”
I can feel Lexy behind me.
“Not interested,” I say.
Straight. Clean. Done.
“Oh…” Cynthia blinks.
“So what can I get you?” I repeat.
A little sharper this time.
???
Alexis
“How about you come over tonight?”
Is that what he’s into? Just casual hookups?
Of course he is.
And why do I even care?
I serve a few tables, but even when I try to fight it, my eyes drift back to Cynthia, her long blonde hair, her curves in all the right places.
