Her mischievous smile can mean only one thing. “Attractive, is he?” I ask.

She sighs in response.

I wish the food would get here more quickly so I’d have something to do with my hands. My fingers have turned red from all the fiddling; I hide them beneath the table.

I can tell Temra wants to discuss the governor’s son in greater detail, but I just can’t be bothered. I’ve never really felt attracted to anyone before. I’m not sure if it’s the anxiety keeping me from getting close to people or something else. Whatever the case, it just hasn’t happened for me yet.

It’s not that I don’t want to connect with people. I desperately do, but even more than that, I want to feel safe. No one but Temra has ever felt safe.

I do a quick sweep of the restaurant. Only four other tables are filled. Two couples are seated at separate tables: a pair of middle-aged women holding hands, and a bickering man and woman trying to keep their voices low. The woman storms out of the establishment. The man throws down some coins before following.

How awkward.

Then there’s a lone woman sitting in a chair by the window, sipping a glass of wine.

And the fourth—

Is staring right at me.

I lower my eyes instinctively, my face heating to be caught staring. Except, he was looking at me first, wasn’t he?

Temra is talking about something, but I barely hear it as I risk glancing out of the corner of my eye back at the man.

He’s still watching me.

“Temra,” I whisper. “Someone is staring at us.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? No one is staring at you.”

“No, I mean it this time. Look, the fellow behind you.”

She turns in an obvious way to meet the eyes of the man near the door. He doesn’t have any food yet, and he’s certainly not looking at the menu held open in front of him.

Temra gives a quick half wave at the man before turning back around. “He’s handsome, if you can forget what he’s wearing. Maybe I should go talk to him?”

“Don’t you dare leave me,” I mutter between my teeth.

“I’d just invite him to join us.”

“No!”

“I’m teasing! I’ll wait until after dinner before—”

At first, I think the waitress has arrived with our food, but then I realize the far table is empty and the man has sauntered over. I turn my attention to the wood grain again as Temra twists delightedly toward the stranger.

“Hi there,” she says in a voice she only uses with men.

“Hello,” he says. “Forgive my interruption, but is there any chance you’d let me join you?”

Temra looks to me, but I can’t say anything. I still can’t look up properly. So she answers, “Please,” and indicates the free chair.

The hairs on my arms stand up at the close proximity of the stranger. I feel as though my insides are being kneaded like dough. I want to be anywhere else.