My eyes search his, looking for an explanation of the two women continuing to smile overwhelmingly at him and us as if they're waiting for him to make some big declaration, but he's not planning to. Graham is hot. Is it possible these two have a thing for the man who brought me to their bakery on a date?
Why do they know his name? Why did he pick here? Why are they so smiley? My eyes ask the questions, but he only shakes his head and leans down whispering in my ear.
"It's not what it looks like. I'll tell you later."
He orders two cups of hot chocolate and a bag of donut holes, allowing me to pick out my favorite kind — cherry glazed. Then rather than take a seat at one of the small brightly colored tables and chairs, he basically pushes me right back out the bakery door, the two women
