“Coleslaw is such a weird thing, don’t you think?” Jimmy says, pushing the empty ceramic dish aside. “It’s either really, really good or really, really awful.”
Conversation between us has been either inane or non-existent. I lift an eyebrow at him, nod, and am about to ask him what’s bothering him when Ann stops at our table and drops the check.
“I know I already said it, but it really is so weird to be serving you at a table,” she says with a wide grin.
I smile back and pick up the slip of paper. “Weird, perhaps, but always a pleasure. Have I mentioned that you look beautiful in pink?”
Ann looks at Jimmy and smirks. “Real charmer, isn’t he?”
Jimmy laughs and looks down at the table. “I guess so.”
“You guess so?” She puts a hand on her hip and winks at me. “Well, now just look at tha
