Dreama’s Diary–January 3
Stefan sat reading the sport’s page. He didn’t even glance up as I walked by. I wondered what was so engrossing.
Table Two needed extra dressing for their salads, so I made sure that I squeezed through the narrow aisle. I brushed up against Stefan. My rear pressed against his arm, causing his newspaper to jerk. I smiled when I heard it crinkle. Surely he had to notice me.
When I scooted back and forth, he didn’t make any effort to check me out. For a moment, I felt embarrassed. Perhaps he found me clumsy or irritating. Then I realized that he sat there as if amused. Why wouldn’t he want an attractive woman fumbling all over him. He’s probably eating this up.
“This is so unfair,” I muttered to myself.