He wore a shirt perfect for him. His intense eyes were glowing in the dark, and Jules’ steps faltered. This wasn’t a date. Nix didn’t want to eat alone, and he was here to keep him company, nothing else.
“Hi.” It didn’t come out louder than a whisper, and Jules looked away before he blushed. Pulling out the chair across from Nix, he sat.
“Hi.” Nix smiled and Jules’ heart—if it was even possible—beat faster.
A short woman, dressed in a dark red sari, appeared by their table to take their orders. Jules couldn’t find his voice to answer her, but Nix rattled off a few things, and when she finally turned to him, he ordered a Masala Chai tea with an explanation of already having eaten.
Silence settled over them as she left.
“Did you have a good day?” Nix spun his glass and looked at Jules.
“It was okay. Jenny and I went out to eat.”
Nix nodded. “Were you arguing?”
Jules frowned, then he remembered the scene in the parking lot. “No, no…it was…She insulted my cat.”