When Todd brings the check, Jen asks if he has a pen.
“What for?” I want to know.
“You’ll see.”
Todd grins faintly, hovering to one side as I pull out my wallet to pay the bill. We both watch Jen scribble on a napkin, but she has her head down over the table and her hand up to hide whatever it is she’s writing so we can’t see it. Pointing at the money, I tell Todd, “Keep the change.”
“Thanks,” he says, picking up the bill. He looks like he wants to say something more, but Jen’s here and he doesn’t.
Maybe she was right; maybe he is shy. I force a tight smile, more than a little shy myself, and when he smiles back, I almost melt. He doesn’t have to talk—just keep smiling like that and he’s got my full attention.
But Jen is here, and she’s still writing. I have a pretty good idea w
