When their waitress came, they ordered a large combination pizza and a pitcher of iced tea. As soon as the server was gone, Evan leaned forward on his elbows and gave Lorna a crooked smile. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” She gulped. No one but Ron had ever looked at her as if she were the most desirable woman on earth. Lorna leaned back in her seat and slid her tongue across her bottom lip. “Now it’s your turn to tell me about Evan Bailey,” she said, hoping the change in subject might calm her racing heart and get her thinking straight again. She watched the flame flicker from the candle in the center of the table and saw its reflection in Evan’s blue eyes. “My life is an open book, so what would you like to know?” he asked. I’d like to know why you’re looking at me like that. “You told our group in class that your major is psychology, but you never said what you plan to do with it once you graduate,” she said, instead of voicing her thoughts. The waitress brought two glasses and a pitcher of iced tea to the table.
