I pulled my chair up to the table and Alex sat down, following suit, unable to guard a smile from breaking onto his lips. He was handsome; I had to give him that. His hair was perfectly gelled and his face was smooth and free of stubble. I could even detect the scent of cologne, something I knew him to rarely wear. “I didn’t expect you to show up,” he admitted. “Then why’d you invite me?” I hoped that I hadn’t sounded rude. He chuckled and tucked his napkin into his lap. I did the same. “I guess I’m just a glutton for punishment.
