“This place is so nice,” Sina said, walking into the Black Crow Café. She wore a yellow sundress that not only clung to the right places, but also had a low-cut neckline that showed off just enough cleavage. “Is it new? I don’t remember it.”
“It opened, like, three years ago,” Darius said. “I used to bring chicks here all the time.”
She scrunched her nose. “Ew.”
“Ew,” Darius teased. “At least I don’t have a handsy incubus ex.”
When she playfully pushed him, I walked up to the counter and gave the hostess my name and the number of people that would be dining with us this morning.
She handed me a menu to look over during our wait. “It should be five, ten minutes until the next table is open.”
I took the menu from her and walked back to Sina and Darius, who looked a lot more comfortable
