I reach out and grab his hand. “You can tell me.”
He blushes, and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
This man has no idea what he does to me.
“I guess I just didn’t expect you to be here. Sitting with me.”
“Why not?”
He shrugs, peeking up at me like he’s not sure how to say it. “Look at you, then look at me.”
“I am looking at you. And I really like what I see.”
He blinks like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “You do?”
I nod. “Very much.”
I catch the waitress’s eye and gesture for her to come over. Drew needs a drink to relax.
“You’re the type of man who thinks he’s average. That you blend in.” The waitress weaves closer, but I keep my attention on him. “But you’re not. You’re incredible.”
Drew blinks like he couldn’t have possibly heard me right.
“What can I get you to drink?” The waitress asks.
“He’ll take a Heineken. I’ll have a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon.”
She gives Drew a quick glance before she walks away.
Smart woman. She knows to keep her eyes off my man.
Drew leans back slightly in his chair, still watching me. “You’re… very confident for someone who just met me.”
I smile. “I trust my instincts.”
That’s putting it lightly.
He scratches the back of his neck, an uneasy look on his face. “What did you say?”
I prop my chin on my hand. “When?”
“Before she came over. About...” he swallows hard. “... me.”
“I said that you stand out. You don’t blend in like you think.”
He blinks at me like he’s repeating my words in his head. His brows furrow as he compares what I said earlier to what I said now.
The waitress returns, sliding his beer in front of him, then handing me my glass of wine. “Anything else?”
Drew shakes his head, still looking at me.
I shake mine as well, and right before I lift my glass to my lips, I murmur, “You have no idea how special you are.”
“Did you say something?” Drew asks.
I set my glass on the table. “It’s pretty busy tonight.”
“Oh.” He runs his hand through his hair, looking around as if he’s in a daze. “Yeah. I guess it is.”
