Annie tapped her feet impatiently, resisting the urge to check her watch for the fiftieth time in twenty seconds. She would know, she'd been counting. By the time she checked it again, she couldn't contain her low growl of frustration. Her Celtic temper was fast rising and God knew she would snap at the waiter if he gave her one more side long glance again.
"Are you ready to order, Miss?" The waiter politely asked,eyes taking what they could of Annie's face for the little time they had to access her beauty until it was seen as rude. This woman was a goddess, the waiter concluded in his head.
Order you to get the f**k out of here? Sure thing, Annie thought almost glaring at the man who was trying so hard not to stare but was failing.
"Not yet," she curtly said, barely glancing at the men
