Alexander didn’t respond to that, not that he had time to. The waiter returned a moment later and set our plates down with a smile.
“One turkey club for my favorite Luna,” he said with a wink. “And a chicken salad for the Alpha. Can I get you anything else? More water? Another napkin? A smile, perhaps?” The last was directed at Alexander, who looked like he was busy chewing on a piece of glass.
“We’re fine, thank you,” Alexander said stiffly.
The waiter raised an eyebrow at me, and I gave him a small smile that I hoped conveyed both apology and gratitude. He nodded slightly before heading off to another table.
“Your waiter is awfully familiar,” Alexander said once he was out of earshot.
I picked up my sandwich. “He’s friendly to everyone.”
“He called you his favorit
