Stephane
Ugh, he is so not smooth, I thought. It was so obvious that he didn’t remember me and I was put off by that. How typical of these douche types. I should have known. I wonder if he remembers that night at all, probably better if he doesn’t. How embarrassing for him. I just shook my head, then looked over the menu.
“Hey Stephane! Good to see you again,” he said. I looked up, and he was standing next to the table.
“Hello, Wyatt!” I said dryly, rolling my eyes.
“How are you?” He said, pulling out a chair and sitting down.
“Fine,” I said, sounding irritated. "Here’s your shirt!” I said as I shoved a plastic bag in his direction.
“Um…thanks.”
“I’m ready to order, are you?”
“I just got here,” he laughed lightly. “Are you in a rush?”
“No.” My tone was harsh.
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