Who thought writing "LOSERS" on a menu could lead to an affair of love notes?
It didn't start out as love. How could it when I vowed never to fall in love....
Reef Burton, the sexy blue-eyed football player, and his mates are definitely not "Losers", yet writing it on a menu gave me reason to smile. Only it didn't make it to the trash.
He returns to the restaurant where I work wearing his killer smile. I wasn't to know those squiggly lines and arrows meant something. An offensive play his football team learned at an earlier training session. Coming here discussing the team plays over coffee helps...so he says. He'll see what I wrote. Apart from it being awkward, the next time I serve him he could also report me to my boss.
I can't lose my job when in hindsight I need two to pay all the bills rolling in, and to care for my invalid father.
I'm thankful he kept it as our secret.
Until he left me a note.
Responding will only lead to more trouble.
So when Mr Blue Eyes-Blond Surfy-Hair gives me one of his spine tingling looks, how can I resist?