Page 45 of Revenge
Until we go outside, and I’m reminded of the Manarch drama when I spot the SUV parked across the street. Marco is leaning against the car, talking to Jimmy, trying to blend in. He gives me a questioning look, and I quickly give him a don’t you come over look. He doesn’t seem thrilled but remains in his spot. I’m grateful since I just met Max, and he shouldn’t have to deal with my drama.
“Tell me something about you, Ava. Have you always wanted to be in fashion?” Max asks as we enter the diner.
“Honestly, I didn’t. It wasn’t an option until…” I stop mid-sentence. Viktor sneaks into my mind. He was the one who encouraged me when he learned I like fashion. I try to shake the feeling away.
“Until when?” he asks as we sit.
“Not too long ago. I took a fashion course and realized I enjoyed it.” I’m hoping my answer is enough.
“Well, let me tell you, you’re superb, a natural. Not many people could pull off what you did. The combinations were classic but felt fresh and new.”
“Thanks.” I blush. “How about you? Did you always want to be a photographer?”
“That’s all I know. I was born with a camera in my hands. At least it’s what Mom says. She was my first model.”
“That sounds awesome.”
“I enjoy capturing beauty.” As he says the words, it sounds like there’s more to his simple statement. I’m grateful when I see the waitress.
“Ready to order?” she asks.
“Cheeseburger, fries, and vanilla milkshake extra thick.”
She smiles, looking at my belly. “And you?” She asks Max.
“I’ll have what she’s having.”
“Great. I’ll be back with your drinks.”
“You didn’t have to get what I’m getting. Everything is good here.”
“Your order sounds delicious.”
“It is.”
“Do you come to this diner often?”
“Once or twice a week. It’s my guilty pleasure.” I say, rubbing my belly.
“How far along are you?”
“Six months, and excited to meet him.”
“Children are such a blessing,” he says thoughtfully.
“Do you have any?”
“No, I haven’t been lucky enough to meet ‘the one.’”
“I’m sure she’s out there waiting for you.”
“I bet she’s closer than I think.”
I don’t want to read too much into his words, but the way he says it feels like there’s more to it. Maybe it’s just me since I haven’t been around another man since Viktor. I’m sure he’s just being friendly. But I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.
“Max—”
“Sorry, Ava. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, and I’m sure your significant other wouldn’t take kindly to me being overly friendly.”
