If Ava’s date looked at the waitress’s admittedly large breasts one more time, she was going to pour her delicious iced latte over his head. Frankly, she should have known going out with Andy from her old photography class was a bad idea―when they’d been assigned as partners for the course, she had never felt much of a spark or so much as a flicker of interest for him despite his many attempts to woo her―but this was ridiculous.
Maybe she should have taken his continued persistence even after their class had ended two months earlier as a red flag. Although she’d assumed that his persistence had meant he’d really liked her. She didn’t think it had meant he was an asshole who couldn’t take no for an answer. Or that he would end up ogling another woman when she finally caved and said yes to
