I slap my hand over my chest. “I’m wounded at the fact you would find it so appalling.” At her panic, I drop my hand. “I’m not hitting on you, Iz. I enjoy breathing too much.”
I can already tell how well that would go over with Gio. He would observe me flirting with Izzy, and the next day I would disappear, never to be seen again. I wouldn’t even fight him.
She scoffs. “Whatever. You want Mia, I assume?”
I sigh. The last time I requested her, I ended up leaving frustrated and hungry. “No. Whoever is available is fine.”
She gives me a confused look.
“Mia isn’t talking to me right now. As much as I want to stare at her beautiful face, I also want to eat. I wouldn’t mind if you put me somewhere I could watch her though.” I give her a wink.
“Can do.”
She leads me over to a table in the main room and hands me a menu. I laugh at her. Ever since Bash fell for Sofia, we eat here several times a week. I pretty much have the menu memorized by now.
“What do you want to drink?”
I give her a questioning look.
“I put you at my table. Now what do you want?”
Her salty personality rubs some people the wrong way, but I find it amusing.
“A beer. Whatever you have. Surprise me, Izzy.”
She nods as she turns to walk away. I glance around the restaurant, hoping to spot Mia.
It takes minutes, but she finally comes in from the back. She halts when her eyes land on me, and I give her a tentative smile. Her face turns to anger as she stomps over to me.
“What are you doing here?”
The hiss in her tone doesn’t escape me. If anything, it stirs my cock in my pants. I look at the menu then back up at her. “Umm, eating?”
“Seriously, Lorenzo. You need to stop stalking me.”
I feel the anger rise at her using my full name. Only strangers called me Lorenzo. My closest friends called me Lo. She had become my friend—my best friend. The one I shared details of my life with, or I used to at least.
“Seriously, Mia. Stop being so vain. I’m here to eat. Bash is in the back with Sofia.” I can’t hide the irritation in my tone. I turn my head and pretend to study the menu.
“Really? Then why the hell are you sitting at my table?”
I school my face before I look up at her with my emotionless mask firmly in place.
“I specifically asked to be sat anywhere but your table. Izzy’s going to serve me. If this is done, I’m trying to read here.” I look back to the menu, my fists clenching it within them, crinkling the laminated plastic.
“Whatever. What do you want to drink?”
She picks up her pad and pen as she stands before me tapping her foot as if I’m an inconvenience.
“You know what, Mia. Never mind. I’ll leave since you obviously don’t want me here.” I stand and look at her. The hurt in her eyes makes my heart contract.
She sighs. “Just tell me what you want to drink, Lo. I’ll serve you, okay? Sit down and stop making a scene.”
Making a scene?
I take a deep breath before I sit down.
“As I told Izzy, I would like a beer please. Whatever you have. I don’t care.” I say it slowly and with tons of sarcasm.
