"Wanted to run across a busy street and jump a man at first glance? Yeah, I'm aware," she laughed. "I couldn't even get a good look at him."
"Me either. The sun blinded me every time I tried, and trust me, I fucking tried," I hissed, sucking back more soda while Chloe opened her menu. She smirked at me, knowing I didn't drop swear words often. I couldn't get in the habit of it when it was likely to get me smacked with a shoe if my grandmother heard me.
"It's for the best," Chloe said. "There was something seriously wrong with him. Who stares across the street at a woman like that? Fucking creeps do, that's who."
I bit my bottom lip, knowing that in any other circumstance I probably would have agreed. But creepy felt like too mild a word for the man I hadn't seen, and the thought that he might do the same thing with other girls made me want to stab someone with a fork.
It was ridiculous, because he would never be mine.
I glanced out the window wistfully, staring at the space he'd stood before and the now empty parking spot where the SUV had been, as a man stepped into Donak's diner and smiled tightly before taking a seat a few tables away.
"What are you getting?" I asked Chloe, trying to turn my attention away from the man I'd never see again.
He was far too dangerous for anyone to get involved with. A girl like me would burn with desire from a single look, let alone if he actually touched me.
Responsible girls didn't get involved with phantoms from the shadows.
And I was nothing, if not responsible.