We don't talk much more on the way and about twenty minutes later we pull up at the restaurant. It's really cute, with the outside looking like an old English pub but it’s been redone so it gives a more rustic theme, there’s a large glowing sign with the name on above the door. We walk in and I don't hear what Alex says, as the man asks if we need a table, because my eyes are drawn to Drake and Wyatt sitting at a table in the corner. My eyes don't leave Wyatt’s as he turns, somehow noticing me come in. We enter a silent staring contest, while my anger rises, with neither one of us giving in. His lips pull up into a smile as Alex pulls me away, linking my arm with hers and whispering,

"One more chance, please don't be mad at me."

I all but snarled at her in response but I let her lead to me the table. I now know why she wanted to drive tonight; I should have seen this coming. Alex isn’t going to give up the idea of us dating best friends together easily. Drake gets up, kissing Alex on the cheek and Wyatt smiles at me as he stands to hold out an open chair in front of him. I keep my best 'I'm not impressed’ look, as my eyes take him In. Wyatt is wearing a tight black suit, his jacket is off and his white shirt rolled up. A blue tie is loose around his neck and one glance at Drake in the same kind of suit, makes me think they must have come from work. I can't help but gaze at his wavy blonde hair that is styled to show his dark eyes, which look over me with far too much interest.

"You look beautiful Winter," he says in the dark seductive voice, I’d somehow forgotten how enticing it is. I have to admit it’s actually nice to hear when he isn’t angry or being a dick. I take the seat he offers and he sits down next to me, close enough that his arm brushes mine.

"Thanks," I mutter, pulling my menu out and holding in front of my face like a weapon. Alex glances at me in the middle of her conversation with Drake, and the little shit is trying not to laugh at my flustered face. I put the menu down as the waitress comes over.

"What can I get you, handsome boys?" She asks while adjusting her top. Well, more pulling it down and leaning over the table so the 'boys' can have a good view. What a slut. I don’t care if she gets Wyatt’s attention, well I keep telling myself that.