It turns out I had no reason to get pissy. Connor took my hand and squeezed it, never breaking eye contact with Mandy, Miranda, or whatever her name was.

"She is exactly my type. I just dated the wrong kind of girls in high school," he smiled.

Oh yes, you tell that skanky hoe you are mine, I thought dubiously.

"Alright, I'll leave you to it. Enjoy your dinner," she smiled and walked away. She gave her ass a little twirl on the way as if to show off her newfound seductive side. Begone, thot.

"What was that about?" I asked Connor after she was out of our earshot.

"What...