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like."
    “His
friend is cute enough.” Petra acknowledged, craning her head to see the duo
seated behind Reagan. “I’ll go talk to him for you.” And she’d stood to act on
her offer before she’d even finished her sentence.
    “No!”
Reagan grabbed her arm from across the table and pulled her back down. “You
can’t do that.”
    “Why
not?” Confusion was etched across her face. “You want to find a guy like that,
but you don’t want to meet the one that’s right there?”
    “I
just found out my boyfriend cheated on me. I don’t even know if I’m ready to
meet another guy yet. I want to take it a little slower, that’s all. Okay?”
    “No
way! You need to get back in the game. Like, now. I don’t want to see you
moping around the rest of the semester.” Petra thought for a minute, her large
eyes scanning the room until they landed on a large salad bar. Then suddenly,
her entire face lit up. "Go get me some salad." She commanded
decisively.
    “What?”
It was Reagan’s turn to be confused, and her exasperation was quickly rising.
    “Salad.”
    "Okay,
first of all, when did I become your waitress? Second, stop changing the topic
so suddenly. And third, haven’t you had enough lettuce for one day? My god
woman!”
    "I
love your priorities here.” Rolling her eyes, Petra elaborated. “No, listen.
Pretend you're getting something at the salad bar, then you can turn around and
see what he looks like.” Then her lips turned up teasingly at the corners. “Maybe
he’ll even make eye contact with you and come over."
    It
made sense, Reagan supposed. And what harm could a little peek really do? If he
wasn’t attractive, her curiosity would be satisfied and she could move on. If
he was…well, she might have to take Petra’s advice to get out of her comfort
zone and assert herself a little. She agreed, hesitantly, and stood up with a
nod of determination. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.” She mumbled to
herself as she moved toward the center of the room.

 
 
    CHAPTER THREE
    The
long island of all-you-can-eat goodies had been positioned in the middle of the
room to be convenient to all the diners. And normally Reagan was a fan of the
idea, despite her preferences for the more flavorful options on the menu.
Except, that is, for today. Or more specifically, right then in that moment.
When she was in the process of scheming on how to get a quick peek at a
potentially cute guy, the last thing she wanted to do was draw unnecessary
attention to herself – something which would be completely unavoidable if
she were smack in the center of the room.
    Whatever , she thought as she released a tense
breath through her nose. How hard could this really be?
    On
either side of the steel island were thick, bone colored plates. She chose the
side that would give her the better view, then casually picked up a plate merely
on principle so she’d look less suspicious. After the huge burger she’d just
devoured, there was no way she had any intention of eating another bite. Not to
mention she didn’t want to get stuck with the bill for adding the salad bar
under Petra’s grand direction.  
    In an
attempt to get her bearings, she looked around and easily spotted Petra who was
in clear view from where she stood. Cheering her on, her friend gave her an enthusiastic
thumbs-up to keep her going, and Reagan began to suspect that they weren’t
being very subtle about the whole thing. After smiling back, she huffed a
determined sigh then allowed her gaze to wander to where the duo of guys
should’ve been seated, only to find the table in question blocked by a large
group of people who had suddenly stood up to leave.
    Disappointed,
she decided she could wait a few minutes – but only a few – until
they cleared away. But it was also quite possible she could lose her nerve
before they did. Oh, who was she kidding. With the kind of luck she had, this
guy would not only end up being someone she wasn’t