As we pass all of the other already seated customers, every set of eyes flick to the floor. Everyone knows who we are and what we do.
“Aria will be out shortly to get your order.” She gives us a meek smile, keeping her eyes pointed at the ground as she lays the menus on the table before scurrying back to the front.
As we take our seats in our usual spot, Kane and Cash scan the menus, which seems pointless since we’re all creatures of habit. We always order the same dishes and drinks. We like the routine.
Movement at the front of the restaurant grabs my attention. I zero in my stare to the hostess who just seated us, talking to a waitress. I only know she works here because of the red button-down she has on with the Rigatoni’s logo embroidered on the chest. I watch as the hostess talks before she turns back to our table and points.
The waitress’s eyes follow her outstretched finger until they lock with mine. Normally, people can’t hold my gaze. It’s too cold. Too dark. But the thin brunette never lets her eyes falter from mine.
With squared shoulders, a thousand-watt smile, and determination in her steps, she starts toward us. When she finally stops at the edge of our table, she speaks, “Good evening. I’m Aria, and I’ll be taking care of you tonight. What can I get you started with to drink?”
She whips out her little notepad and pen, then looks at me for an answer.
I tip my head and study her face. She’s beautiful and doesn’t look scared like most others when she looks at me. I’ve never seen her in here before. Her long brown hair falls in soft waves around her shoulders. Her thin frame houses the perfect amount of curves, and her hazel eyes shine with curiosity.
I know I should look away and ignore the want starting to pump through my veins, but I can’t. Something about this girl speaks to me—way past my exterior, through all my bones, and straight to the pit where my heart should be.