Page 59 of Get to You
I feel weird having dinner with the guys still working, but there's no way I'm letting all this work get cold. I don't think I have enough to feed four men, I know Beau can eat a ton and by the looks of it, Brain could definitely tuck in too. Shit this is awkward. I guess I'll let Beau and Brian eat and if there's anything left offer it to the others.
I serve myself a normal portion and plate up two larger portions "You guys want to eat this, come and get it." I'm not delivering it to the table; I'm not a waitress.
Beau is there first, eyeing the plates to see if one has more I'm sure. He snatches the one he wants and looks at Brian like he just won a prize. I roll my eyes at how ridiculous he is.
Unfortunately, there's not enough left to offer to the men. With Beau and Brain leaning back into their seat, sighing with full bellies.
I ask quietly, "Should I offer them a sandwich or something, since you guys ate it all? They've been here for hours."
Beau frowns, "No, would you have offered it if we weren't here?"
"I probably wouldn't have made this if I wasn't trying to keep busy, but yes I'd have offered whatever I made. It would be rude not to."
"Well good thing I was here to eat it all, because they'd never want to leave if they'd tasted that, but no sweets, it's not rude. You offered them a drink, that was nice of you." He keeps his voice down, so the others won't hear him. I look at Brian, wondering if it would have been weird if I had. Would they have felt obligated to eat it even if they didn't want it?
"Oh my god, I'm like the crazy cat lady with no cats," I laugh at myself.
"That's not what he means Samantha, he’s saying they would probably make more of it than you intend, like think you were hitting on them," Brian says while smiling at my offended face.
"No they would not." I scoff. "That is just crazy. I feed people all the time." I wave my hand around dismissively, "You're making that up to make me feel funny." I point at him and scowl.
"Holy shit that's priceless, she has no clue."
Now, I'm embarrassed. What the hell does he mean I have no clue?
"I'll have you know, I haven't hit on or been hit on in like---ever. I'm pretty sure I'd know." I add indignantly.
"What about that first night I met you at the market? Was I hitting on you then?" Beau asks, seeming curious now.
I shake my head, "No, you were making fun of me, mocking me."
His eyes get wide, "No I wasn't. I was trying to start a conversation with you.” He states, “I was flirting with you."
"This is just ridiculous. I'm done playing with you two. You can rinse the dishes, bunch of jackasses!"
