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inside so I picked
something in the middle.”  He gestures to the patio.  His infectious
smile manages to persuade one from me in return.
    Sally reaches us and says, “Hey, Tommy.  I hope you don’t
mind.  Tracy and I were hanging out at the dorm and invited ourselves
along.”
    “Sit here with three gorgeous women?  Why, Ms. Westin, I don’t
recall ever receiving such a tempting offer.”  His southern charm oozes
from every pore.
    “This table is a tad bigger.  Carrie said we could snag it.” 
Sally gestures to the new table.
    Standing, Tommy crosses to the new table, pulling out a chair for me to
sit in.  I thank him and take a seat.  He waits as Sally and Tracy
take their seats before sitting down.
    The waitress hurries over.  “What can I get for y’all?”  She
says y’all, but she stares at Tommy, her eyes never leaving his face.
    Sally turns to Tracy.  “Juice or coffee, Darlin’?”
    “Cappuccino, please.”  Her shy smile contrasts with her model looks.
    “Two cappuccinos, please.”  Sally orders, forcing the waitress to
notice her.  Her brows raised in a questioning stare.  One that read
- would you please back off, Chica .  I recognize that look. 
Angela used it often when she felt someone was disrespecting her, or me.
    “Make that three,” I say, “and, an order of Huevos Rancheros, please.”
    “A woman after my own heart.”  Tommy grins at me, turning to the
waitress.  “I’ll take the same.”
         
    “I’ll have the coffees out to you right away, hon,” she says, twirling
her hair.
    “So, what are you ladies up to, today?”  He asks Sally and Tracy.
    “Not much…I thought we would head over to the Pavilion…haven’t
decided.  It’s such a nice day, the sun is out, and it’s not too
cold.  I have to be outside.”  Sally chats about the possible
destinations she has in mind. 
    The waitress hurries over with the cappuccinos.  Huge brightly
colored mugs, filled to the brim with a chocolate swizzle stick emerging from
the fluffy cloud of whipped cream and sprinkles.  I pounce on my coffee,
pulling the chocolate stick from its cloud and sliding it down my puckered lips
for the right dip of sweetness.  Grazing my finger into the frothy whipped
cream, I pop my finger into my mouth, sucking off the glorious confection, my
eyes rolling to the heavens.  I sip the addictive creamy liquid and
whisper, “Sweet nectar of the Gods” as the liquid explodes in my mouth, zinging
caffeine into my blood. 
    My eyes rise to notice the others staring at me with heated looks.
    “Damn, Girl.”  Sally whispers.
    Tommy grins at me wickedly.  “I’m glad you …uh, like it.”
    Tracy’s mouth is gaping, and she closes it saying, “Wow.  That was
hot.”
    “What?  I like my coffee.”  I shrug.
    Shaking her head from her trance, Sally asks, “So, Tommy, where have you
been playing lately?” 
    Thankful for a subject change, I watch him answer Sally and talk about
his latest gig.  With his attention on Sally, I steal a look at his face,
noticing he hasn’t shaved.  His dark beard is past that rough stubble
phase.  It looks soft, but I keep my hands to myself, willing myself not
to reach out and stroke his cheek.  He smells like soap, woodchips, and
citrus.  His hunter green shirt makes his eyes even bluer, at least from
what I remember.  His dimples come out to play often.  I like
that.
    As if he felt me looking, he glances my way, his lips curving into an
easy smile.  I blush and study my coffee.
    Before I can feel like a bigger dork, the waitress brings over our
food.  As if on cue, Sally looks to Tracy saying, “We should head
out.  We have to meet my aunt in about a half hour at the Pavilion. 
Y’all have fun.” She gives us a wave as she and Tracy walk out of the
restaurant.
    The aroma of beans, eggs, and enchilada sauce marry and drift to my
nose.  I gaze at my plate lovingly .  I am so fucking hungry.  
I cut into the eggs