We turn to see the waiter staring at us, his eyes wide.
“And Collin Mendoza?” the waiter whispers.
Hutch turns on his fake smile. “Hey man. It’s just Hutch.”
The poor guy nods. “You two just signed with the Raptors. They were talking about it on the news.”
“We signed on Friday and started work on Monday.”
“Are you two playing in tonight’s game?”
“We’ll be there, not sure if we’ll get time on the ice or not since we’re new.”
“You will. They’d be stupid not to put you two in. I’m a big fan of both of you.”
“Thanks, man.” Collin gives him the same social media smile Hutch has on. “Do you have a free table or do you know how long we’ll need to wait for one?”
“Yeah, yeah. One second. Let me check.” He hurries over to the hostess and says something. She looks up and her face flushes. Yup. She’s star struck.
The girl smoothes her hair out, gathers a few menus, and comes over to us. “Hello. I’m Kylie. If you’ll follow me, I’ll take you to your table.” She turns and makes sure her hips sway suggestively.
The boys snicker when Lucy and I both roll our eyes.
She seats us and hands over menus, making sure to tell the guys if there is anything they need, anything at all, just to ask her. Uh huh.
“What kind of shit is this?” Collin mutters when he looks at the menu.
“It’s food you can eat on your diet,” I tell him.
“What the fuck is lentils?”
“It’s what you eat in place of grains.”
“Grains…like bread? I can have bread can’t I?” Horror creeps into his voice at the realization of what plant based actually means. “They want to take my bread from me?”
“No,” I assure him. “You can have bread in moderation. I did some research and they’d rather you eat whole grains, but I would never willingly do that to you no matter how angry I am.”
“Thank God,” Hutch mutters.
“I don’t think I’d survive if we were on a plant based diet.” Lucy puts the menu down. “I love my burgers and pizza too much.”
“Pizza?” Collin’s voice turns emphatically sad. “I can’t have pizza?”
“Yes, you can. Veggie pizza is best.”
“Veggie pizza.” He says it slowly as if that will make it better.
Lucy looks at me and I can tell she’s having a hard time not laughing, but laughter in this moment is not the thing to do and she understands that. Poor man is devastated.
She turns her attention to my boyfriend instead.
Boyfriend. It’s weird to even think it let alone say it.
“So why did you go through her phone? Didn’t trust her or something?” Her tone is nonchalant, but that’s when she’s at her most dangerous. Its why so many underestimate her.
“Not at all.”
“Then why?”
