Garrett added nervousness to the list of emotions churning in his stomach when Eron climbed into the booth. Angry and delighted with the impromptu lunch date, Garrett considered scooting further away. He drew in a deep breath to calm down and surveyed the rest of the dining room. Groups of men in different levels of conversation and closeness filled the room. No one would even consider that Garrett would be there with Eron for any reason rather than a business appointment.
The waitress interrupted Garrett’s thoughts. “Good afternoon, gentlemen,” she said. “What can I get you to drink?”
“I’ll take a scotch and ginger ale, with a squeeze of lime,” Eron answered.
Garrett smiled. “I’ll have the same.”
“Do you guys need a few more minutes?”
“Please,” Garrett said.
She ran off to fetch the
