He exuded a kind of self-confidence that she wasn't used to. His very manner and the way he spoke, even the way he sat there at her broke down table like he was king of the roost, was something she had no experience with. They ate in silence as her mind imagined all sorts of things.
For whatever reason, regardless of what he said, she found herself making constant comparisons between him and her ex. Like at the end of the meal when he took her cup and refilled it without being asked. Paul had never done that; in fact, because he was the one with the higher education and better future prospects, he'd always taken it for granted that he was the one who was to be waited on hand and foot.
When she thought of it now, she could just kick her own ass. How could she have been so blind? How cou
