Zack looked around the room, searching for a solution. He definitely wasn’t staying. Not when half the gamers had stopped whatever they were doing to stare at him. The attention was making him sweat more than the humidity had. Apparently, WesterNeon was too high end for Gord’s.
Stupid app.
He searched the room for someone to pass his reserved time to. Someone other than Steve. No way was he letting that jerk get what he wanted, and if Zack canceled his reservation, he had no doubt Steve would complain until he got it.
Zack scanned the other people in the room. If he was going to cheer up Ashley, he needed to choose someone who had never teased her. But it was hard to tell that at a glance, especially when most of the people in the room not wrapped up in gaming were snickering at him.
B
