Just as she’s pulling another chair over to our table, she looks out the window and exclaims, “Oh my good god! Who the heck is that hottie?” I press my eyes closed and pull in a breath. Because deep down, I just know. I know who she’s talking about before I even spot him. Still, my head swivels toward the window in search of whoever has suddenly made my friend breathless. Truth be told, my own breath is sucked right out of my lungs when I spot Dr. Pretty Boy.
