Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The restaurant had only been open a short while, specializing in upscale exotic cuisine and had drummed up quite a buzz with a

members-only gimmick that drew in the well-heeled crowd.

Leaning in close, Carol whispered in his ear, "But between us, are their ingredients really all imported?"

Her breath tickled his ear, and he turned his head to avoid her, remaining silent.

Carol drew back, nonchalant.

"Guess not," she mused. "Must be from around the local bay, right?"

Felix rubbed his temples with a wry smile. "Ms. Miller, if we keep at this, I'm afraid I'll be job hunting soon."

Resting her chin in her palm, Carol's lips curved into a smile.

"So what if you are? It's not like waiting tables is hard to cby."

The words were out before she could stop them, and she instantly regretted them.

She noticed Felix purse his lips—a sign she was learning meant displeasure.

And her comment, unfiltered as it was, sounded downright insulting.

She quickly apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean you specifically. I'm a waitress too, working at a barbecue restaurant. I've been at five

different places now. It's easy to find this kind of work in Greenfield; it's a big city, with lots of demand."

Felix chuckled softly, apparently not taking offense to her earlier remark.

Eager to make amends, Carol reached for the serving fork and offered him ssteak.

often we get to enjoy this kind of food. Even if it's from the

Have swith me."

"Sure."

the two strangers, having met just once before, began to dine in

He ate

impeccable, not what one might expect from a waiter. In

sof the

especially when holding the

couldn't help but keep her gaze on him—from his hands to

his shirt.

more she liked; Felix seemed dressed just for her, hitting all the

Felix put his utensils down,

"What's up?"

be but

hungry, but

on the wall, Felix realized how late

need to start

head to work too. Hey, next

lots of leftovers, which are pretty good. I snack on

was making it up as she went along—when had she

an eyebrow, his smile

Carol, making her cheeks flush

out the window, waving him off. "Off you go, then. The life of a worker bee, it can't be helped.

of warm tea,

behind him, Carol touched her burning cheeks, alarmed by

fanned herself with a menu, feeling

the cool breeze brought

him, particularly the image of his

neck, which she so wanted to tug loose, kept drifting into

it was at