I opened my mouth, fuming at my irresponsive mouth and over actively responsive brain, that was very quick to assign him the post of the most masculine of the men out there, but before I could get a word out, the cute teenager who has been to my table for approximately a dozen times, or maybe just twice but in my defense, I found her eyeing my table over a million times.
Was standing before us, menus out, and keeping all her attention on "The man" sitting opposite me, I wasted time taking the menu from her and burying my face behind it, I need to process my thoughts, I never would have imagined that he would actually show up and look like this, I looked down at my pale blue cotton dress and comfortable white sneakers, keeping my face hidden behind the menu I snatched a spoon from the table, it was clean enough that I could see a very disturbing face of mine, bare of any makeup and hair tied up in a ponytail.
