My attention went to him, and I noticed he seemed oddly fascinated by me.

He looked to be around about the same age as me with a boyish face and naturally bright blonde hair. He had on an apron and under that a Harry Potter t-shirt with the Hogwarts house Hufflepuff.

"Thank you." I spoke out of genuine gratitude and to fill the awkward silence as he continued to stare at me.

The waiter shook his head and smiled "I’m sorry for staring. It is just that... you are very pretty."

Instantaneously for some reason, I looked to Stone and not the flatterer.

He was gritting his teeth and I could see from the other side of the table that his jawbone was clenched tightly. He was not looking at me, however. He was glaring at the waiter darkly like somehow the poor boy would disintegrate under his hateful watch.

I believed that Stone could get rid of the boy in one snap of his fingers. The waiter looked like a twig compared to the muscled man across from me.

Finally, I dragged my attention back to the waiter and smiled with flushed cheeks at the random compliment "Thanks. I am not—"

The intruder cut me off just as I was about to shut down his attempts at flirting.

Waiter boy directed his entrance to the trenching looking guy who had arms crossed like a bodyguard "I am sorry. I did not know she was taken."

"She is." Stone growled.

The waiter was a fine example of someone that looked like they had peed their pants from the darkened gaze of the giant. He sprinted away but not before he sent me a small apologetic smile.

Stone did not look happy. He looked vicious as he watched the waiter run back into the kitchen.

"Hey!" I said, "What if I wanted to make friends with him?"

"Fuck that." He growled.

"He had a Harry Potter shirt on." I mentioned, "He is a nerd and I like nerds."

He looked like wanted to say something, but he kept quiet.

I took a bite of my pizza and then noticed that the giant had not turned back to friendly so I asked, "What has got your underwear in a twist, Lurch?"

"You smiled at him." He gritted out.

"You are mad because I smiled at him?"

His exposed tattoo arms crossed as he nodded.

"I was just trying to be nice because he paid me a compliment." I told him before adding "You did not have to scare him away like that."

The huge shoulders did not relax, and he shook his head in disgust "He is an idiot."

I took another bite of food and shot him a confused look.

At my confused expression, he elaborated "He called you pretty."

"He is an idiot for calling me pretty?" I asked, trying not to feel bad about myself.