When the harried looking waitress came back, Darrell ordered the one-egg breakfast, scrambled, and Barnaby ordered the aforementioned salad.
“Look, Barnaby,” Darrell said as the waitress walked away, “I appreciate your asking me to lunch, but I have to be upfront with you.”
“Don’t give yourself a heart attack, man. I know you’re not interested in me.”
Darrell blinked, feeling more than a little relieved. “You do?”
“I can’t say your taste is spectacular, but yeah, I got the vibes.” Barnaby grinned and leaned his chin on his hand. “I know who you areinterested in though.”
With a sinking feeling, he sipped his tea. He doubted Barnaby actually knew, but for a moment, he felt a sense of panic. He pushed it aside. “And who would that be?”
“Travis. MyTravis.”
“Travis? No, I’m not.” Darrell squirmed and looked away. Then his gaze darted right back. “YourTravis?”
“Relax, I don’t mean literally. But, yeah, I’ve seen you looking.”
“It’s your imagination,” he mumbled.