Chapter 4
Two hours later, the girls sat around the table at their favorite restaurant discussing nothing in particular while they waited on their margaritas and queso to arrive. The romantic comedy they’d just watched was mindless, but it seemed to be what Samantha had needed to lighten her mood.
The waiter arrived and placed a drink in front of each of them and a basket of chips in the middle of the table. He looked to be about their age or maybe a bit younger. Sam knew he must be at least twenty-one, as he was allowed to bring their drinks to the table.
“Here you are, ladies. Enjoy,” he said before pulling out a pad to take their orders.
“Hey,” said Charity to the waiter abruptly. “Which one of us do you think is the hottest?”
The guy chuckled. “Do I look like an i***t to you? I’m
