Somehow she talked me into giving her Reed’s phone number. Then she shoved me inside the café and pointed at a booth next to the window before flouncing back outside. I nervously watched her talk on her phone for the next five minutes. She smiled and laughed several times, which bothered me a hundred times worse than when I watched her flirt with Sam. Millie was exactly Reed’s type. With her looks and extroverted personality, I didn’t stand a chance if he decided she was the one he wanted. As I waited for Millie’s return, a young woman with shoulder length dishwater blond hair approached with a pleasant smile. Her face was familiar, and I remembered then that Sam mentioned his sister worked at the café. Her name tag confirmed it. “Can I get you something to drink?” She looked at me with obvious curiosity, and I wondered if she knew who I was. “Two diet cokes, please,” I said. I tried not to glance back out the window at Millie. “And menus.” “No problem,” she said.
