Waiting!

“Your guest?” His hand motions to the empty seat. “Family? Friend?”
Unable to remember the randos exact name has me offhandedly answering, “Date.”
I expect his smile to fade not spread. “Then there’s still time.”
“For?”
“Me.”
My heart pounds harder against my ribcage, desperate to be heard, refusing to be ignored. “Meaning?”
“Meaning,” his face falls a little closer to mine as he lowers his voice, “leave me your number, and it’ll be me sitting across from you at breakfast.”
“You mean dinner?”
“I don’t.”
The waggling of his eyebrows momentarily drops my jaw. Snickering at his brazenness along with his confidence is done on a slow headshake of disbelief. “You’re WAY too young for me, and you know it.”
“Or maybe,” Tate counters, tone darkening, “just young enough...”
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