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Marie cuts me off with a tsking sound.
“Figures. You big dumb man. Buy a clue with all that money you have sitting in the bank, will you?”
She turns back to her work, and I can see that the conversation is over.
Marie and I have never shared anything besides kind words with one another since the day I walked into Scallywag’s years ago. She usually lets Rita, Bart, or Silas read me the riot act within the walls of this establishment.
She and Miguel usually stay neutral, so I’m surprised to see that Marie’s facial expression shows that she’s genuinely disappointed that Brynn and I aren’t dating.
I take a second to think over everything Marie just told me. About how Brynn wanted to wait to eat with me and how she jumped in without being asked to help out since the staff wasn’t expecting this kind of turnout.
I stare out towards the woman in the yellow sundress, watching her weave in and out of tables, wiping a couple down with her dish rag as she goes.
She smiles and waves at a family that just finished eating and is getting up from their table to leave.
I still don’t know very much about Brynn, but the more time I spend around her, the more I’m beginning to think that she’s different from anyone I’ve ever met.
I make a beeline for the romance author, who's pilling up dishes from the table that just left.
“I’m done. Are you ready to eat?” I ask.
She glances over her shoulder at me for a second and then back at the table.
“I still need to—”
“Yep, she's ready and all yours,” Rita says, coming up from the right side of me, cutting off Brynn’s words.
“Just as soon as I finish this last table,” Brynn says, kneeling on the wooden bench of the booth to reach further in to grab plates.
“I’ve got it from here. You’ve done plenty, and we’re finally caught up with guests. Go sit down and eat your food.”
Rita isn’t asking at this point.
It’s now a demand.
I see Rita wave over to the busboy to help. Then she elbows her way to push Brynn to the side as the busboy and Rita start taking over.
“Go sit. That’s an order,” she tells Brynn. “Do you want me to ask Miguel to remake your food? It’s probably cold by now.”
“Oh no… he just finally got caught up in the back and needs to take his break,” Brynn says quickly. “We’re fine, right?” she asks, looking up at me.
I stare down at Brynn's beautiful blue eyes, practically pleading with me not to send the food back so that Miguel can have a break. I hadn't considered sending the food back anyway, but Brynn's concern for Miguel doesn't go unnoticed by me.
“We’ll be fine. Thanks, though,” I confirm to Rita.
Brynn smiles up at me and then turns around and heads for our table. I follow, trying not to watch the way the hem of her mini-dress swishes high against her thighs.
She scoots in on her side, and then I do on the other side.
“Are we going to stay for the lunch rush?” she asks.
“There’s a lot of repairs I can do if you want to stay.”
“Can we? I think they could really use me."
And that’s the moment that confirms it.
Brynn isn’t like anyone I’ve ever met before.
