The more I stare at the reservation on my phone the more worried I become.
"Yes, what time would you like to meet?" I text back.
Within seconds my phone buzzes as a reply comes in as quickly as possible.
"6 pm," it says.
"Is there a problem?" Dexter asks with a slight shake.
"Um. Not at all, I just have to meet up with someone later today," I reply. "Excuse me," I say hurriedly and leave his office to return to mine leaving Dexter glaring at me which I simply ignore to avoid letting my emotions get the best of me.
As soon as I shut the door of my office I hurry to my desk and sit down. My phone is before me on my table as I ponder deeply about this text.
This doesn't make any sense.
The venue which has been reserved tonight frightens me more than I can imagine.
Diner Lingo, it's a
