It wasn't the best way to put it. I'm pretty sure that Amy knew that something was up, but she didn't say anything about it. She stood up then and took our orders for breakfast. She came back shortly after and resumed talking with Hope. Every once in a while she would give me a shy smile.
After she brought us our food, she left us alone to eat. My back was to the counter. Between bites of her French toast, Hope leaned forward. "Amy keeps looking at you," she murmured. "I think she likes you."
I chewed and swallowed. "What?" I asked. "Are you trying to set me up with her?"
"I might," she replied lightly. "After I'm done with you, maybe I'll let her have a shot."
I spluttered at that, and she laughed. I smiled, looking at her. She is so beautiful when she laughs.
After we had eaten, Hop
