Taylor
“This is my fiancee, Taylor.” Alex say.
She apparently tuned out the word fiancee, because she will not stop smiling at him. “Is there anything you would like to drink?” she asks him.
“I will have a coke please.” he says.
She turns to me and gives me a disapproving look.“What do you want?” she asks.
“I want a waitress that doesn't flirt with my soon to be husband.” I mumble under my breath.
“Excuse me?” She asks.
“I would like a water please.” I say.
She turns and places a hand on Alex's shoulder. “I will be right back with you coke.” She says. She turns around and leaves.
Alex looks over at me. I smile and stand up. “If you will excuse me I need to go to the restroom and throw up.” I say.
I go into the restroom and wash my hands. I do not know why I am so mad. I hear voices coming from the stalls. I try not to easy drop, but I hear our waitress. “Yes there is a really hot guy at the table I am serving. His name is Alex.” she says. “I think he likes me what should I do?” She asks
“Ask him out or slip him your number.” a voice returns.
“I should, but there is just one problem.” She says.
“What is that?” the voice says.
“I think that ugly girl with him is his soon to be bride. I do not know how someone as hot as that could fall for a tramp like him. They are not married yet, so there is still time to make a move.” She laughs.
Then a though hits me. What is Alex did like someone else? I hear a toilet flush and hurry out of the restroom and back to the table. Now I am really mad.
