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I realize I’m making comparisons, and I don’t want to fall into the rebound trap. I really don’t think that’s what this is, especially since a big part of me knew it was over with Colin a long time ago.
Instead, this feels like every dream I’ve had since I was a preteen is coming true…except he has no idea who I am.
The host seats us at a round booth in the back of the café, indirectly giving us privacy even though we didn’t ask for it.
I’ll take it.
We sit, and I peruse the menu as I try to find the exact right thing to order—something light enough that I can do what comes next with enough protein to give me stamina. I don’t want to look like a rabbit who pecks at her salad, but I’m also a little nervous, so I don’t want anything too greasy.
I glance over at Grayson, and he’s perusing the appetizers.
A thrill runs up my spine.
I can’t believe I’m actually here about to eat dinner with him. How is this my life?
He must feel my gaze on him because he glances up. “What are you ordering?”
I clear my throat. “Oh, um…I haven’t decided yet. You?”
“Want to split some appetizers?”
“Sure.”
“What do you like?”
Men named Grayson. I force my eyes to the menu. “The pretzel?”
He nods. “And the nachos.”
“Absolutely.” And definitely not the garlic fries.
“Drink?” he asks.
“Definitely.”
He nods, and the server comes by to take our order. He takes over with our food order, and he orders himself a glass of Hendricks. “And a vodka cranberry for my date.”
My date.
Grayson Nash just called me his date.
I squeal in my mind.
“How’d you know?” I ask.
“I saw your glass back at the bar,” he admits, and then he leans in a little closer. “But I also tasted it on your tongue, and I want to taste it again.”
I clear my throat as heat climbs up my spine. “You drink straight gin?”
He nods. “It’s my usual drink of choice. Low carb, low calorie.”
“But the taste…” I trail off and make a face.
“You weren’t complaining in the back of the Uber.” His reply is cocky and confident.
“Neither were you,” I shoot back.
He chuckles. “No, I wasn’t. I had to pull myself together if I’m being honest.” He clears his throat and shifts his position under the table. “So, Cookie, tell me about yourself.”
