He’s looked down at it like it’s slop and not the same damn thing he always orders when he comes here.
“I haven’t seen you in a while.”
“You see me every single day,” he quickly argues, dropping his fork like he’s a miserable bastard.
“Other than work, I see you and Faith. Faith and you. Never just you alone. It’s like the woman is connected to your hip or something.”
“Careful,” Grinch warns.
I look over at him, feigning shock. “Sir? Who are you?”
“Ha ha,” he mutters, equally annoyed.
It’s just a couple of us guys, no female better halves to be found.
“Where’s Grace?” I ask Grinch before turning my attention back to Legend. “Where’s Faith?”
These sorry fucks seem incapable of focusing when their women aren’t around. It’s just more proof that becoming that dependent on someone else isn’t healthy.
“Fucking yoga with Rivet,” Grinch mutters.
“Faith went to see Big Daddy,” Legend answers.
“Sylvie’s grandfather?” I ask, recalling her using that name at the wedding reception a few days ago. “How is he doing?”
Legend narrows his eyes at me like I’m the biggest asshole he’s ever seen.
“Don’t look at me like that. I overheard her talking about him. She seemed worried.”
“And that makes you worried as well?” Legend challenges.
“Don’t be a dick. I’m not an asshole for being concerned for someone.”
“He’s getting better,” Legend answers after watching my face for a long, silent moment.
As if the heavens opened up and answered all his prayers, the sad look in his eyes fades away.
“Hey,” Faith says, not wasting a second when she approaches, to press her lips to his.
Legend wraps his huge arms around her, holding her even tighter when she tries to wiggle away as he pulls her onto his lap.
“This is a family establishment,” I remind them.
Legend only has eyes for his woman. “Is Sylvie parking the car?”
“She’s heading home.”
My eyes dart out the window, but I don’t see a car leaving the parking lot.
I remain quiet, for some reason waiting for the topic of conversation to drift back to Faith’s best friend.
Legend lifts his hand to get the waitress’s attention, and I fold over myself a little further as she approaches.
Grinch chuckles, and I can only imagine Faith has a confused look in her eyes, but I won’t risk making eye contact with the barely legal girl as she approaches.
“What can I get for you?” Even her voice betrays her young age.
“I’d like a cheeseburger,” Faith says. “With fries and a Coke, please.”