“So, to summarize,” he said, a wide grin on his face, “A waitress broke her ankle, you capitalized on it by taking the tables and tips of two servers, you hooked up with the band, and, at the end of the night, your boss flirted with you and asked you out.”
I stared at him. “That’s not even remotely what I said.”
“That’s exactly what you said. Your boss was totally flirting with you, and, judging by the number of times you mentioned her name, and the way you said it, ‘Micki, Micki, Micki!’, you’re kind of into her too.” He took a long sip of his wine and set the glass back down as if that settled everything.
“Dude, you know I’m not into women,” I said. “Obviously. And neither is she. She just got out of a super long term relationship with a guy. A guy.” I protested, but I felt a warmth s
