Luckily, Heath and I had no opinion on where we sat. We just wanted to eat. The moment you walked through the barnlike double doors at the entrance, the smell of bacon assaulted you. My empty stomach was rumbling with excitement. We had barely taken our seats when the round tin bowl full of small cheese biscuits was placed on our table. I already knew how delicious they were. Every bite would melt in my mouth.

“Thank you,” Heath told the server enthusiastically. He was so focused on the biscuits he missed the attractive brunette who was blushing slightly while she checked him out. This happened often. Heath was very unaware of his appeal to females. It was the main reason he typically dated controlling women. They came after him and made him notice them. The sweeter, shy girls, who would say yes to a date with him, never got any attention from him because he had no clue they were even interested. Heath wasn’t very self-confident, and I never understood why.

“What can I bring you both to drink?” the girl asked, barely glancing my way before studying her notepad.

“Coffee and a glass of water please,” I replied.

“Milk please,” Heath told her.

She nodded before giving him one last glance. “I’ll be right back.”

I watched her go and waited until she was at a safe distance before turning my attention to Heath. “She’s pretty,” I told him.

He frowned. “I thought you said you weren’t into girls.”

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed the menu that was in front of me. “She’s attractive, has a job, and she’s checking you out.”

Finally, some small spark of understanding hit him. “Oh, you mean for me?” he asked then shook his head. “I’m not dating again for a while. I need a break from relationships. We both know how badly I suck at them.”

“You suck at picking out girls to date. That’s all,” I corrected him.

He leaned back in his chair and looked at me with one eyebrow slightly raised. “At least I date.”

Our server returned, and I glanced at her name tag quickly. Brandy sounded like a nice name. She set our drinks down in front of us while smiling extra brightly in Heath’s direction. “Are y’all ready to order?” she asked me this time, but then looked back at Heath again.

“Cat? You ready?” Heath asked me. I had barely looked at the menu, but I knew what I wanted.

“Yes, thank you,” I replied, and Brandy turned to me. “I’ll have the bacon pancakes with maple syrup please.” Brandy quickly wrote that down then turned to Heath.

“And what can I get for you?” she asked him.

“The Bacon House breakfast, please. Eggs scrambled and with buttermilk biscuits.”