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She’s apparently my date tonight. Wearing a blue flannel long-sleeved button up shirt tied right under her average breasts. Tight low rise jeans hugging her curveless body. She’s pretty with medium length brown hair and a sweet southern accent. But, she’s no Alexis. I couldn’t be any less interested.
    “Yes, it’s Brad.” I respond mechanically. I’m not sure where this is supposed to go. But Andrew and Anne are living in their own little world sitting across from us here at Diner 12, another one of Andrew’s restaurants.
    Please come and take our orders already. I need to get out of this place as soon as possible. I don’t want to be rude, but damn.
    Andrew has his tongue sloppily shoved down Anne’s throat. This is uncomfortable as hell.
    “So what it is a sexy man such as yourself do for work?” Mary inquires with a blatant innuendo that she is interested in getting me between her legs tonight. That’s not going to happen. I’d rip the poor woman in two with my giant snake, and I can’t, under any circumstances, sleep with one woman when I’m madly, hopelessly and stupidly in love with another woman. Oh, my beautiful Alexis, I wonder what you’re doing right now.
    “I’m a restaurateur,” I explain in as few words as possible. My face a blank slate. Her body scoots closer to me in this already crowded booth. I spot a waiter standing by the bar and nod him over.
    “Sorry, may I take your order?” the waiter in a white dress shirt and black slacks asks.
    Andrew pulls his wet lips from Anne. They are both breathing erratically with flushed faces. It’s obvious the pheromones are riding high at this table. Minus mine. Mary slips her hand to the top of my knee. I jerk away. I think she gets the hint because she crosses her hands dejectedly over her chest. Phew , that was a close one.
    We all order, and I get a burger and fries. There isn’t much else you should order at a diner except maybe pancakes. There’s some unwritten rule in my book that diners are the place for burgers, and they certainly taste better here than some fancy place. That’s why none of my restaurants serve burgers. Even on the American part of the menu, which all of them have. One of my quirks, I suppose.
    “So how’s Alexis?” I ask Anne as she sips on her diet coke through a white and red striped straw.
    “She’s wonderful.” She says looking into my eyes.
    That’s all, that’s it? Nothing more? What is it going to take to get these people to agree to give me her number?
    Fine they want to play it this way. I can play the game. “I want her number. Now, which of the three of you is going to give it to me?” I glare at each of them individually. Paying extra special attention to Anne. I know she’s close with Alexis. I could sense it when we were out. Now, this girl who’s sitting way too close to me, they aren’t friendly at all. I think they’ve exchanged glances a time or two. But, not so much as a word has passed cordially between them.
    Andrews’s shoulders slump like he’s hiding something. What, I can’t be certain. Anne ignores my question her eyes dancing around the room. Now Mary, she could care less what I said. I peer at her out of the corner of my eye, and she’s moved her hands between her legs and is rubbing her female parts from the outside of her jeans. Jesus, she much be some crazy nympho. I keep my eye on her, and her face is now a little red as she bites her lip. Oh, fuck! She’s masturbating right here next to me. What the hell is wrong with this woman?
    Our food arrives and I scarf it down in record time. Not paying a bit of attention to anyone else at the table. I’m certain the nympho next to me didn’t reach the climatic plateau because she’s slightly flustered and is having a hard time eating her salad without her hand twitching.
    I swallow my last bite and gulp down my water. “So are we done?”
    Andrew raises his brow at me frustrated. “No, I think Anne and I would love to