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waitress, and looks down at me.
    “We aren’t eatin’ here?” I ask.
    He chuckles, cups the side of my face, and says, “I love it when the southern comes out.”
    I turn my face away and mumble, “Not funny,” just as the waitress returns with menus. He hands me one and turns to look at his.
    The too friendly waitress returned to take our orders, said it’ll be ready in about ten minutes, and told us to have a seat while we wait. We sit and I peek a glance at Drew to find him glaring at me.
    “What’s wrong?” I ask, wondering where his smile went.
    “You better eat all of that chicken salad,” he says, raising his eyebrows and making his tanned forehead wrinkle. Even that is sexy, but I’m not sure how to take his tone.
    “What’s the problem, Drew?” I say.
    “Kara, you haven’t eaten all day and you order a salad and water,” he says, like it’s obvious.
    “Okay, um … what was I supposed to get?”
    “You can get whatever you like. You just need to eat, okay?” he says, sounding like he does not want to have this conversation.
    “Okay,” I say meekly.
    He just stares outside the window and says nothing. I sit with my purse in my lap, absentmindedly playing with a string that has frayed. I know I need a new purse; maybe after I start my new intern job. I won’t be making a lot, but it will be a hell of a lot more than what I made at the coffee shop. I am lucky that I still have grants and part of a scholarship for working my butt off in high school. However, I will have to get a student loan and another one at the end of the semester if I want to pursue my career any further. I know I want to, but it depends on bills and such if I decide to get my masters.
    I was in deep in thought when Miss Friendly Waitress brings our food. Drew refused to let me pay for mine again. So while he is paying for the food, I take the opportunity to get a good look at him for the first time tonight. I can see his sculpted muscles moving under his semi-tight black shirt; his tattoos cover all I can see of one arm and are sporadically on the other; those faded designer jeans hug him in all the right places.
    He turns as I lick my lips and we lock eyes. He has a teasing face. “Hungry?” he says in a seductive voice. I nod my head because that is all I am capable of at the moment. He has me immersed until he breaks the connection and starts walking towards the door.
    When we walk out, I start walking the way we came. “Where are you going, sweetie?”
    “Um …,” I say, as I turn my body half-way towards him and where we parked.
    He smiles and takes my hand, leading me in the opposite direction of the car, towards the beautiful skyline, and a corner intersection. He pushes the button with both of our hands, and I wonder if that’s just because he didn’t want to let go of mine. Even if that wasn’t it, the thought still makes me smile. How pathetic.
    We make our way across the four lanes, and then I notice an inviting park. It’s all perfectly cut plush grass, which is odd for the end of summer. He walks in between two trees and just sits down, practically pulling me with him. I almost fall backwards, and we both laugh. He gets the food out, still laughing. I finally sit upright, and notice the most spectacular view that the city has to offer. I look at him and find him intently watching me. At that moment, I wonder if I have been missing out on things like this because of what one worthless person did. I told myself that I was not going to think about those things tonight. I am going to enjoy myself and the amazing man I’m with.
    We sit quietly eating our food, just exchanging smirks and glances, while enjoying the view. He finishes before me and every time I sneak a glance that way, he’s unashamedly staring. I glance down at my shirt while wiping my mouth. I look back up at him to see that smile that instantly makes me happy.
    “You have nothing on you, don’t worry,” he says, answering my unasked