4
CECILE
“Hi, I’m here to pick up a takeout order for Cecile Welsh,” I told the hostess who met me at the door.
“Let me check if it’s ready yet.” She tapped on a tablet then shook her head. “Not yet. If you would like to have a seat at the bar and maybe get yourself a drink while you wait, I’ll bring it to you as soon as it’s ready.”
“Great, thanks.” I turned and scanned the bar for a free seat when familiar green eyes caught mine.
Would you look at that? I was just wondering about him.
Finn Murphy waved at me, and I waved back then headed his way. He got up and came to meet me halfway, hugging me tightly. “It’s been ages, Cecile. You look great.”
“You do too, Finn.”
“Come, sit with us. My friend from Austin is here. I’d love to introduce you two.” He took my hand, pulling me along
