“For six minutes?”
“It wasn’t that long!”
Melodie shook her head and smiled, shooing me away.
“Shit.”
“Go introduce yourself. You can do this,” I said to myself. “Noo…I’ll sound stupid.”
“You always sound stupid.”
I couldn’t help but agree with myself. My feet moved before my brain agreed.
Okay.
Deep breath.
Smile.
Not too much smiling.
Too much smiling looks like a serial killer.
Normal smiling?
Wait, wasn’t I worse than a serial killer?
I reached the table.
“Hi.”
The man looked up and I saw his pretty blue eyes and freckled face.
“Oh. Hi.”
“I’m Cry—uh. I’m happy to meet you.”
“I’m Ethan,” he said with a smile.
“So…”
Silence. So much silence, and he was staring at me like I was a lost waiter.
Shit.
“So…” I tried again.
More silence.
Oh for fuck’s sake.
My brain had emptied itself like someone’d pulled the emergency drain plug, and I looked over my shoulder at Melodie, but she was busy flirting with the bartender.
“You…uh…” I pointed and my finger landed on the novel in his grip. “Book.”
Kill me.
“Yeah.” He looked so uncomfortable that I started to sweat.
