“Hi, Joaquin,” Kayleen said. “Good to see you.”
Kayleen was cute, with light blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. The few times he’d seen her, she’d worn a lot of makeup. Tonight, too. Her long, pointy nails were painted neon orange with a streak of yellow running through them.
“We wanted you to be the first to know,” Kurt said. “I asked Kayleen to marry me?—”
“And I said yes!” Kayleen beamed.
Rebel grinned. “Congratulations, that’s great.”
The server returned with Kurt’s beer. “What can I get you?” she asked Kayleen.
“Bring me a Coke.”
Kayleen cutting tone caught Rebel’s ear.
“Rebel, can I get you another Manhattan?” asked the server.
Rebel eyed Kurt and Kayleen. “A bottle of champagne to celebrate?”
“I’m only twenty, but I can use my fake ID,” Kayleen replied.
That’s not happening.
“I’m good with beer,” Kurt added.
“A bottle of San Pellegrino,” Rebel said.
“Be right back with that, Mr. Dillinger.” The server left.
“Damn,” Kayleen muttered.
“What’s wrong, Kay-Kay?” Kurt asked. “You’re getting your bubbly.”
“No, I’m not, you idiot,” Kayleen snapped. “He ordered sparkling water.”
Whoa. Where’s this ‘tude comin’ from?
“Did you guys set a date?” Rebel asked, ready to lighten the mood.
“Yes.” Kurt sipped his brew.
“My mom and sister are already wedding-gown shopping online, and my parents have reserved a date at their country club.” Kayleen smiled at Kurt.
“We’re getting married next year,” Kurt said. “We’re having a long engagement.”
After leaning forward, Kayleen whispered, “His parents don’t like me.”
Wanting to stay clear of family drama, Rebel shifted gears. “Are you still workin’ together?”
“Absolutely,” Kayleen replied. “I’m a customer support rep on the same team as Kurt.”
The server returned with the sparkling water and three glasses. After pouring the beverage, she left.
Rebel lifted his glass. “Congrats on your engagement.” They clinked glasses and sipped.
Kayleen’s phone rang. She answered, “Hi, Mom,” then left the table to speak in private.
Rebel slid his gaze to Kurt. “They say when you know, you know.”
