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table and everyone noticed the cast.
    Foster Scott, dreamy eyes , as he was known around the work place said, “You sure got the worst of it yesterday. I’m terribly sorry about the brouhaha. It was a misunderstanding.”
    She was so anxious for Bruce to come out of the restaurant she tapped her foot non-stop under the table. “I shouldn’t have tried to pull him off of you. That was stupid of me.”
    “I thought it was brave,” Bruce said as he approached the table.
    “Are they happy now?” Dagney asked him.
    “Yes.” He took his seat at the table next to her.
    She was suddenly judging the place for not having round tables. Large, round tables rather than modest sized square ones. She looked up at Foster who smiled at her with a roguish grin. He was directly across from her. She looked from him to Dagney and noticed that Dagney was only looking at her brother.
    She tried to take in a calm breath as her head turned to look at Bruce. The moment she did, it explained why his sister’s boyfriend was smiling and why Dagney looked like she wanted to stab her brother with a fork. He was staring at her. Harmony felt the blush rush over her entire body as her eyes met his and she quickly looked away.
    Dagney was a straight shooting gal. She said, “ Soooo, this is awkward.”
    Everyone was spared a response when the waiter approached to take the order. She was sure the guy must have thought he was in the wrong neighborhood. A few blocks down, it was normal to see celebrities everywhere living their lives without much interruption. This neighborhood was a great place to live, had similar amenities, it just housed a decently paid working class of customers not lead singers and pro-football players. “Why did you retire?”
    Everyone looked up from the menu at the guy. He said, “I’m sorry. I’m from the East coast. You’re one of the best wide receivers in the league.”
    “Thank you ,” Bruce said humbly. “I shattered my ankle in that last game. I realized even if it healed, at my age, I’ll never be better than last season. It only gets worse from there. I had to choose, my team or my ego. I did what was best for the team.”
    “I get it.” The guy nodded. “Did you sign the jersey?”
    “I did.” Bruce smiled and nodded. A faint tint of blush touched his cheeks. She liked that he was shy, humble, kind.
    “Well, I guess I should take your order then.” The guy shrugged and then looked from Bruce to Foster. “Holy shit! You’re…”
    “Starving, mate.” Foster smiled at the guy. “I’d bloody well sign your arse if you wanted me to for a coffee at this point.”
    “Of course.” The guy nodded. “Anything else to drink? I’ll run grab those and then get the food order.”
    Once the guy was out of earshot Da gney turned to Foster and said, “Sign his arse?”
    “You’re out of coffee, luv. I need my morning cup.” Foster stretched his arm out and put his hand on her back. “Don’t be cross with me, luv.”
    Dagney smiled and said, “Don’t give me that look. That’s not fair.”
    Foster slid his hand up to cup her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. It wasn’t a tongue swapping make out session, but due to the circumstances Harmony was feeling a bit awkward. She looked at Bruce through her peripheral vision. He was looking directly at her again. She gulped. She noticed movement from him, but couldn’t tell what he was doing. Then her phone vibrated in her pocket.
    She looked at the screen. It was from him.
                  Bruce: I’m sorry you are so uncomfortable here.
                  She looked at Dagney and Foster who were done kissing, but now whispered to one another.
                  Harmony: I don’t want you to feel like you have to talk to me. I know last night was just
                  Bruce: Just what?
                  Harmony: One night.
                  “Bullshit,” Bruce said and everyone looked at him