Chapter 16

Wayne’s POV

When I lean back, I still can’t stop staring at her.

She shifts under my gaze, the smile on her lips growing shy as her cheeks turn pink. “What?” she asks, almost like she’s nervous.

“Nothing. Just…it’s good to see you.”

She blows out a breath, taking the straw of her drink back between her fingers. “You say that now.”

I tip my head in question, not understanding what she’s meaning, but I don’t have the option to ask because the bartender slides my drink to me, pulling us both from the moment.

“Thanks,” I say to him.

“No problem. Would you like to place an order for your dinner, or do you need a moment?”

“I’m…not hungry,” she says, her lips curling upward.

“Are you sure?”

She nods. “Positive. I’ve been…sick recently. I’m still not feeling the best.”

“Not even some French fries?”

Her eyes light up when I say it. “Actually, those do sound good.”

“Two orders of fries, please,” I tell the bartender