“Pst! Guys!” She whispered, “There is a guy two table away that keeps looking this way.”
“Is he cute?” August immediately sat straighter.
“Where?” Chase, who was sitting next to August and opposite of her, began to turn.
“NO!” Both girls started and August pulled him back.
“What the hell?”
“Chase, you don’t just turn around, he will know we are talking about him!”
“You guys ARE serious?”
“So, is he cute?” August reiterated.
“Yes, wait…he’s leaving with his friends. Never mind.”
Their food had arrived and all other thoughts fled their mind.
“Excuse me?” A strong male voice chimed about a minute later.
She looked up and it was the same guy they were just talking about.
“Hi, I am sorry to disturb your dinner, but may I speak to you for a minute?” He directed his gaze at her.
“Um, yeah” She took his outstretched hand to stand.
“I am sorry but you have such beautiful eyes that I had to come and introduce myself. My name is Mark, and I really like your eyes.” He spit this out rather quickly and then looked about ready to crawl under a rock.
“Thanks…I really like your…beard?” Her voiced hitched as she realized it was a goatee. August and Chase sniggered in response.
“Well listen, my friends and I are leaving, but I really would like if we can talk, can I give you my number?” He seemed sincere, but she hesitated.
“I’m sorry, I am with someone”, she fibbed, and your eyes are the wrong color.
Mark looked at Chase.
“No, not that one! Another one, Sorry!” She sounded like an idiot even to her own ears.
“Oh, well…do you love him?”
A familiar face flashed into her head, “Yes,” she said honestly.
He looked into her eyes and accepted the truth and said, “He’s a lucky man then, hope you have a great night.”
She looked back at Chase and August, “What the fuck just happened?”