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I’m such a pain in the butt. I chew on my thumbnail for a few seconds, nervous about upsetting either of them.
    “Do you have Sweet-n-Low? You know, the pink packets?” I ask then shrug.  I just can’t get used to the yellow or blue sweeteners.
    “Yep, we have all of the different brands.  I will bring it out to you with your tea,” she answers, unbothered.
    “Thank you. Sorry.” I wince a little, but Jordan just winks back at me making me feel like I did nothing wrong.
    Trish turns back to Jordan, but doesn’t ask again.  He just answers.
    “Anything on tap will do.  You can surprise me.” 
    Trish lets us know she will be right back with our drinks and to take our orders in a bit.  I need to figure out what I am going to eat. This may take a while.

    “Not very picky?” she asks me.
    I smile at her and just shake my head “no” to answer her question. I take that time to look at her. Really look. And I am astounded by her beauty. What’s more, I don’t think she has a clue how she looks, and that turns me on even more.
    “Yeah, me neither,” she says with a straight face. 
    All I have to do is quirk one eyebrow at her and she breaks.  She starts cracking up and her snorting is infectious.  I can’t contain myself and I start laughing as well.  I’m so tired of feeling like I am constantly on. Like I can’t relax or show my true colors.  I hate always feeling so guarded and coming off like an asshole to those who don’t truly know me. But Violet? She is so easy to be with.  I don’t feel like I need to put on a show or impress her. I can be myself, and I am enjoying each minute with her more than the last. Conversation flows so easily and nothing feels like it needs to be forced or faked.  A woman like Violet could be very dangerous, but at this very moment, she has me willing to play Russian Roulette with my heart.
    As she picks up her menu, I notice her glance to the side a few times.  The bitchy women are talking again, but I am pretty sure it’s in Spanish. I’m also pretty sure they’re talking about her.  I didn’t want to reaffirm her anxiety from earlier, but they were checking me out and then judging her. And while it’s always flattering to have women checking me out, I don’t like the way they are making her feel.
    I try to catch her attention and distract her.  Plus, I love talking to her, which is new for me, so it’s no skin off my nose.
    “What are you in the mood for?” I ask her.
    “I’m not sure yet. What are you having?”
    “I heard the ribs here are really good,” I offer a suggestion.
    She just shrugs.  “I don’t eat ribs,” she tells me.  Interesting. I wonder if she is a vegetarian.
    “No?”
    “Nothing with bones,” she answers when a blush begins to creep up her cheeks. She tries to hide it behind her menu, but not before I catch her smile. Yeah, I know what she’s thinking.
    “So, no bones? Ever?” I tease.
    Both of her eyebrows raise and she shoots me a look, and I love it!
    “How about bacon wrapped scallops?” I try again to see if she eats meat.
    She winces.
    “What? There’s no bones.”
    “I don’t eat pork. Or fish,” she tells me and I’m starting to get it. She’s a really picky eater. And drinker.
    I don’t know why I find this so cute and endearing.  What I do know, for a fact, is that if this were any other woman, this would be our first and last date. But it’s Violet. And the more I learn, the more I want to know. So I keep going.
    “Eggplant parm with steamed broccoli?”
    She shakes her head.
    “No cheese?” I ask.
    “I eat cheese but not cooked vegetables. Sorry, I know I am kind of picky when it comes to food.”  I think she is starting to get embarrassed, and that’s definitely not my goal, so I try to lighten the mood.
    “Nah, I like a girl who knows what she wants,” I tease then smile coyly.
    I reach across the table and give her hand a squeeze before returning it back to my menu, just in time