'Shane, was it you?' Shayla thought while studying his face intently, as he appeared to be distracted. Finally, he looked over his shoulder at the waitress approaching the table, " Excuse me, Miss, another round of Jose for me, and would you like another glass of wine?" He asked Shayla.
Shayla was trying her best to be heard over the growing Friday night crowd. Maybe that's why he didn't respond to her question. If she was having difficulty hearing him, it could have been the same in his case. Instead, she leans in just slightly closer in an attempt to be heard as he points to her empty wine glass.
"Oh, you ask me about my drink? I'll take another glass of red wine." Shayla smiled slightly. She couldn't afford any more people thinking she was insane.
"Great, I think we deserve to relax
