We texted a lot, but I hadn’t been able to schedule another date yet. The guys from the team laughed raucously at something someone said. I wasn’t listening. I was scanning the room continuously. Paige and her friends ate lunch around this time, and I was going to ask them to sit at our table. Rob leaned in close. “There’s Gillian.” “What? Where?” He smirked. “Thought that would get your attention. You’re see-through, man.” I spotted Gillian, Paige, Maven, and Tima strolling through the dining hall, just inside the double doors. I shot out of my seat and jogged over to them. “Good afternoon, ladies,” I said, pouring on the charm. “Your table awaits.” I gestured toward the table I had just vacated. I cringed when the guys burst into rowdy laughter because Drew had just pulled a chair out from under Chris. “What’s this you’re doing, Clay?”
