Alex is quiet for a moment, and then he takes out the beef sandwich I was saving for my lunch. I don’t stop him, though.
“So, you’re a waitress, huh?”
“Well, gee.” I widen my eyes and gawk at him. “How did you figure that out?”
His lips twitch, and then he bites into his sandwich, chewing slowly, a thoughtful expression on his face.
“Have you lived in Oakrest Town your whole life?”
“Nine years.”
“Where were you before?”
“Why are you interrogating me?”
“It’s called having a conversation.”
I glare at him, ready to bite his head off, and then I realize what I am doing. Once again, I’m going on the defensive. Shutting him out before he can shut me out.
“Sorry.” I move my shoulders awkwardly. “I just don’t understand why you want to talk to me. You clearly don’t like me.”
It sounds l
