Justin shut him down right away. “I’m here with my friend to eat. It’s rude to ask my number when I’m with someone else. It’s not polite.” The waiter went away, slightly annoyed.
“If you wanted his phone number you should have taken it,” Rafe said, a bit put out at the nerve of the waiter.
“If I wanted his phone number, I would have come back another time. He was rude. I’m here with you and don’t want to be anywhere with anyone else.” Justin smiled at Rafe and took the white linen napkin and put it on his lap.
“I’m glad you want to be with me, I certainly want to be with you.” The rest of the meal passed quickly and they laughed and talked throughout. Justin found that they had a lot in common.
“I can’t believe you’ve seen Casablanca ten times. I thought I was the only Bogart buff left in Manhattan,” Rafe said to Justin over cheesecake.
“I always wished he got the girl at the end.” Justin sighed. “Life doesn’t always play out the way you plan.