I tapped my fingers impatiently on my lap.

The waitress returned, this time she had a shy smile on her lips. Sighing to myself I tried not to look upset gulping on my wine. She served the food, bending intentionally to reveal the non-existent breasts she had. Even the way she smiled was creepy. What was so appealing about her even? What if she was tall and skinny, that didn’t make her like the—my hands stilled.

Stop it, Rara. What was I so agitated about? What if she was flirting openly without regard for me? How could she do that to a married man? Could she see the ring on...