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I can’t stop ht the aard bu of the other day was cute; her irritation is a whole other level

My menu still prone on the table where the hostess placed it, I cross my arms over nize you the other day I can’t ireat”

She purses her lips and scoffs under her breath, but for the most part, stays silent

I push onward “Is that why you sent those text et back at me?”

Her eyes skitter upward so quickly, they al Bruce & Sons, she’sdirect eye contact

A rosy smear of color deepens on both cheeks, and she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear nervously “Oh Those I guess you got them”

I smirk “I did, indeed”

Her head quirks to the side just slightly, and then her shoulders square “You knohat? Yeah I sent theet back at you”

“Why didn’t you just tell me it was you?”

“I don’t know” She shrugs and has to avert her eyes frouess I was too surprised to see you there looking grown and successful and not re me”

I cringe “Shit, I feel like a real asshole”

“Because you were,” she teases with a little grin “You were all,” she says and drops her voice to ood people’”

I can’t help but laugh at her ridiculous i there like, hey, you idiot, I am a Willis?”

She shrugs and offers up a cheeky grin “Pretty much”

My chest bloouard down

“Well, for what it’s worth, I’ my next word sound as depraved as it is in my head “Different”

If her blush is any indication, though, I’m pretty sure I fail

“So…uh…do you knohat you’re getting to eat?” she asks, changing the subject to so up atcurves of her full, feminine lashes

“You can never go wrong with their Reuben on rye”

A small smile quirks up the corner of her soft pink mouth “So, I take it you’ve eaten here before?”

“Only once a month for the past two or so years”

She giggles, and I kind of hate howfrom her lips

I feel like a bit of a bastard for being so…observant when it comes to her