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on the table and stood there staring at me. When I didn’t say anything, she rolled her eyes and reached out to Damien.
    “I’m Zoe Parker, by the way. Claire’s sister.”
    His eyes widened and he put down his soda to shake her hand. “I see the family resemblance. You’re both beautiful, and you have the same eyes.”
    Zoe puckered her lips at me in a silly smile. “He’s a keeper, Claire,” she said, nudging his shoulder. I wished I had Zoe’s confidence. She bounced back after Mom’s death with her self-esteem intact.
    Zoe walked behind the counter to tend to another customer. I smiled weakly. He seemed unfazed by Zoe’s comment and popped a fry into his mouth.
    “Really, I can draw you a dragon if you want. I’d love to do it.”
    “Why?”
    “I usually like to do nice things for girls I’m interested in.” He looked straight into my eyes to make sure I heard him. My face burned. Was this really happening or was it a dream? I pinched my thigh under the table and winced.
    “Interested in me, huh? You realize I’m a teen mother?”
    “You’re still a teenager?”
    “Well, technically no, I’m twenty.”
    “So what’s the problem?”
    I struggled for words. My throat was tight, and I couldn’t keep myself from blushing. The burning went from my face, into my chest, and down my cleavage.
    “No one has been interested in me for years.”
    “I can’t believe that.”
    “I know, hard to believe guys aren’t tripping over themselves for a chance with all this.” I waved my hands over my body and Rose as if I were Vanna White on “Wheel of Fortune.”
    “Don’t sell yourself short.” He sipped his soda and stared a second too long at the breasts I’d just offered up as a game show prize. I growled inwardly at myself for doing that. It wasn’t what I meant at all. “I can tell you are a nice girl. I like nice girls. You are also really pretty.”
    “Okay, okay, enough with the compliments. I can’t take it anymore. All the blood is rushing to my ego. I’m about to pass out from lack of oxygen to the brain.”
    He chuckled at me and shoved another fry in his mouth. “So how about that tattoo?”
    “Fine, I’ll let you tattoo me if you’re throwing around free stuff. Jeez.”
    “You think you want a dragon? I can sketch one for you.”
    “Yeah. But make it pretty, with flowers around it.” Hey, why not take the offer? He was an awesome artist. It couldn’t hurt, right?
    “You want something for the base of your neck, right where the shirt line starts?”
    “About there. Might as well let the old ladies think I’m fast and tattooed.”
    He burst out laughing again. “You’re funny, Claire. I like your sense of humor.”
    “Well, that’s something anyway, because I know it can’t be my fantastically toned body or my lack of massive amounts of baggage.”
    “Let’s meet up later when I finish your design. Give me your phone number.” He pulled out a smartphone and started pressing buttons. I gave him my number, glancing over the table at the technological marvel that was a cell phone. None of us had one, just the old home line. I had to write his number on a napkin with a fabric pen I had in my purse.
    “All right, well, just don’t call me in the middle of the night to breathe heavily into the phone.”
    “I’d never do that. Unless you wanted me to.” He winked. 
    Zoe set the check on the table and Damien scooped it up before I could stop him. He’d already paid by the time I pulled Rose from her high chair.
    Out on the street, I said, “You didn’t have to pay for my lunch. Let me pay you back.” I dug into my purse, looking for change for a twenty. Rose pulled my hair, and I winced.
    “No, no, no. I wanted to pay. How about we get together when I finish your drawing?”
    “All right. When did you want to do that?”
    “I’m not sure how long it will take. I’ve got other obligations, but when I’m done, I’ll call you and come over. If that’s