In the time it took for the server to bring his food to the table and for him to clean his plate, Eddie had not taken his eyes off Don for a second. It was the most awkward meal of his life. Not to mention nerve-wracking. Don didn’t know why Eddie had taken an interest in him. As far as Don knew, Eddie knew nothing about him except that he was staying at the Dempsey house. He wanted to get out of the restaurant as soon as possible but he was still waiting on the check and Flo, involved in a lengthy conversation with another customer, didn’t seem in much of a hurry to bring it to him. She hadn’t even cleared his empty plate yet.
He tried to busy himself with his cellphone but couldn’t concentrate on social media apps or games. Instead, he drummed his fingers on the table, hoping Flow would
