I sneaked a peek, and embarrassment turned to lust. This guy was HOT. I couldn't make myself meet his eyes. I mumbled an apology and scurried to my usual corner booth, where I hid behind the menu.
I pretended to peruse a menu I knew by heart. I've always had a passion for life, and that translated into overindulgence. What can I say? I've never met a cupcake I didn't want to get to know better.
I was still staring at the menu when he came over. He was so sexy, even his pants were sexy.
"Can I sit with you?" His voice was like a mellow, throbbing bass line.
Anything you want, Mr. Sexypants, I thought. I blushed scarlet from my forehead all the way down to my ample cleavage.
"Sure," I mumbled, acting like I didn't care either way.
I looked up at him again, and he was twice as sexy as he'd been ten seconds before. I wanted to say something cool, but in my tipsy state, I could barely focus, and my menu kept shifting between single and double images.
Mr. Sexypants ordered water, because he was just that cool. I thought about ordering salad, so I could be cool, too, but when the waitress came and I actually opened up my mouth, I said "Lemon pie."
Pie? Really? Awesome job, Anna, I scolded myself.