“Can I take your order?” the waitress asked, jotting down notes with her pen.
“Um… pizza with a nice cold juice for two would be fine.” Mark replied, flashing a flirtatious smile at the waitress.
“Sure thing, coming right up!” she responded cheerfully before heading off to the kitchen.
Erica shook her head in disbelief.
“What’s wrong?” Mark inquired innocently.
“You never fail to surprise me, Mark. Flirting with the waitress, really?”
Erica gestured towards the waitress as she took orders from other customers.
“What can I say, Erica? A man has needs, especially since you broke my heart. I need someone to keep me company.” Mark responded, casually.
Erica rolled her eyes and shook her head in disdain. Mark hadn’t changed one bit. He was still the same asshole who cared about only his
