"Oh, come on," I said dubiously. "You have to know the effect you have on people."
He tilted his head to one side, and his eyes were curious. "I razzle-dazzle people?"
"You haven't noticed? Do you think everybody gets their way so easily?"
He ignored my questions. "Do I razzle-dazzle... you?"
"Frequently," I admitted.
And then our server arrived, her face expectant. The hostess had definitely dished behind the scenes, and this new girl didn't look disappointed. She flipped a strand of short black hair behind one ear, hiked up her breasts, and smiled with unnecessary warmth.
"Hello. My name is Amber, and I'll be your server tonight. What can I get you to drink?" I didn't miss that she was speaking only to him and not to me.
He looked at me.
"I'll have a Coke?" It sounded like a question but was a bold statement.
"You'll have two Cokes," he said.
"I'll be right back with those Cokes," she assured him with another unnecessary smile. I'd never seen a waitress smile so much in my entire life. I was almost out of my seat after her, fists ready, when I saw that Fredward didn't even see those smiles. He had been watching me the whole time.
"What?" I asked when she left.
His eyes stayed fixed on my face. "How are you feeling... ?"
"I'm fine," I replied, surprised by his intensity, hot from his attention.
"You don't feel dizzy, sick, cold... ?"
"Should I?" I leaned in against my folded arms, pushing my breasts up and forward.
He chuckled at my tone.
"Well, I'm actually waiting for you to go into shock." His face twisted up into that perfect crooked smile.

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