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The restaurant was a little Italian spot my mom told me about. I parked, got out, and ran around the car to open her door. I took her hand and helped her out. I didn’t let go. She let me hold her hand as we walked into the restaurant.
The hostess sat us down and gave us menus.
“Hello, I’m Tony, I’ll be your waiter for tonight. Can I get you anything to drink?”
I clenched my jaw. He only had eyes for Piper. Not that I could blame him, but it pissed me off.
“I’ll have water and a virgin Pina Colada, please.”
“I’ll have a Corona and a lemon,” I said. He still didn’t look at me. His eyes lingered on Piper. She was not paying attention as she looked at the menu hungrily. I swiftly kicked my foot to the side, connecting with his shin. He flinched and finally looked at me.
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