Wow. Rayne was upgraded to sir now. He almost wanted to lean over and kiss Chelsea on her cheek for stopping his torment. While he felt ridiculous at being called sir, he’d gladly take Dean’s professionalism over the flirting.
“I wasn’t finished.” Chelsea kept talking, her eyes hungrily scanning the menu. “And also let me get the fried chicken sliders and… hmmm. What’s your soup of the day?”
“Who in the hell is going to eat all of that food, Chels?” Rayne gaped at her.
“You think I got these hips and tits by eating salads?” she said with pride. “I think not.”
“Our soup of the day is…” Dean checked a piece of paper on his notepad, then answered, “Broccoli and cheddar.”
Chelsea cringed. “Oh no. I’ll have gas the rest of the day.”
Dean grimaced, and Rayne almost spit out his sip of water. Chelsea really had no filter and couldn’t care less what anyone thought of her. He couldn’t wait to get to that place himself. Minus the no-filter part. He wasn’t about to tell a complete stranger what food would move his guts.
“I thought you wanted a steak?” Rayne laughed, his chest feeling less restricted for the first time in weeks.
“He’s just taking our appetizer order, right?”
Chelsea wasn’t a skinny girl; she had a thick, gorgeous figure that he was sure attracted men and women alike. “Fine.” Rayne rolled his eyes. He was only ordering a salad and saving his few bucks. He’d just pick the hell out of her multitude of plates like she’d done his at the meeting. Rayne had never dined in a restaurant with a person he’d clicked with or had similar interests as him, where he was simply enjoying their company. He had no ulterior motives or tricks running through his mind. He just wanted to be around her. Like a friend.