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“What are we doing here Andrew?” Connie asked annoyed. 
“This is where we’re having lunch,” he replied simply. “You still eat pizza don’t you?”
They were standing in the waiting area of Uno Chicago Grill, simply known as Uno’s in the area. 
It looked a lot like a pizzeria they use to go to as kids in the summer in Galveston. She wondered if he’d brought her here on purpose. 
“Yes, I still eat pizza but-”
“Great, here comes the hostess to sit us.”
The lady barely looked at Connie, she was so busy eyeballing Drew. And flirting just a tad too much. 
“Can I get you anything to drink honey?” she cooed, while brushing her hand up and down his shoulder.
“What?” she asked, tearing her glare away from the woman.
He tried to hide the smirk on his face. “What would you like to drink?”
“Iced tea. Sweet.”
“I’ll have the same thing,” he said never taking his eyes off of Connie. “Ice tea. Sweet.”
“I’m sure it’s not as sweet as you.”
“I’m hardly sweet,” he replied, causing the hostess to laugh a little too hysterically and all but throw herself into Drew’s lap.
After she was done fawning over Drew, she sauntered off, with an exaggerated sway of her hips. 
Connie couldn’t wipe the scowl off of her face and Drew was about to say something when Miss Laughs-a-lot returned. 
“Joss will be your waitress today, but if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call.”
Connie watched as the woman slipped a piece of paper down in front of him.
She rolled her eyes as the woman walked away.
“Unbelievable,” Connie murmured.
“What is?”
“That woman. She was throwing herself all over you Andrew.”
He shrugged. “I suppose she was a little flirty.”
Connie laughed. “A little flirty? Andrew please! She was two seconds away from giving you a lap dance right in front of me. And she didn’t acknowledge me once. It was as if I wasn’t even here. For all she knew I could have been your date or girlfriend, but she didn’t care.”
“But you do?”
“Excuse me?”
“Well, you’re not my girlfriend. And technically this isn’t a date, just lunch. So why do you care if some hostess flirts with me?”
“You are completely incorrigible! It’s simply rude of her to flirt with a man in front of lady company. And it’s just bad customer service to ignore patrons. Besides that, I don’t care, who flirts with you or whom you flirt with.”
“Ah but that’s the thing! I didn’t flirt with her. In fact, if I recall, I never took my eyes off of you.”
She opened her mouth to argue, but she couldn’t because he was right. He’d barely seemed to notice the hostess.
“If I didn’t know any better, Barb, I’d say you were jealous.”
He watched as the color rose up her neck and filled her cheeks. “Andrew McAllister, I am not jealous of some floozy hitting on you!”
He chuckled, and then said, “‘The lady doth protest too much, methinks!’”
She scoffed. “Quoting Hamlet does not make you cute.”
“So what does make me cute?”
She threw a napkin at him and he laughed out loud.
Joss, the waitress, showed up then and took their orders. She was clearly a young girl, probably a college student and was completely enamored with Drew as well. Thankfully, she wasn’t shameless like the hostess. The poor girl could barely speak. She kept looking at Connie and stealing glances toward Drew, as if he were the sun and just too bright to look at directly.
Drew ordered for them remembering exactly how Connie liked her pizza. 
Another thing from their past, she’d thought. But she let it slide this time, because the poor girl nearly knocked over their glasses of iced tea. 
“I’m so sorry,” she apologized to them both.
“It’s alright,” he said to her.
Connie nodded. “Don’t worry honey, no harm done.”
The girl scuffled off to put in their orders and Connie couldn’t help but laugh.
“The great Andrew McAllister, turning women all over the place into crazed fools.”
“Except you,” he said sarcastically.
If only you knew, she thought.
“I’m not the only one causing trouble in here,” he said interrupting her thoughts.
“What in the world are you talking about?”
“The man sitting at the table behind you, at your five o’clock.”
Connie used the excuse of tucking her hair behind her ear to glance over her shoulder and caught a man averting his eyes from their direction.
“He’s been staring at your legs, since you walked past him.”
“What? That’s ridicu-”
“The man at the table behind me, at your two o’clock.”
He waited for her to glance over his shoulder and then look back at him.
“Well,” he said slightly annoyed, “Let’s just say he’s been looking a little bit North of your legs, South of your neck.”
She gasped at what he was implying.
“How could you know that?” she asked.
“Part of my job is to make sure I know everything going on in my surroundings.”
“Well, I guess you do your job pretty well.”
He shrugged. “I’m still alive.” 
There was something in the tone of his voice when he said those words. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought it sounded like remorse.