"Wow, this is great!" Francesca enthused.
"Last year we had a build-your-own sandwich bar. This buffet must be more
like what you're used to, Charli."
"Yeah, this is amazing for a small hotel,” she
agreed.
The girls quickly filled their plates and headed to an
open table. They sat and watched Jackson and Ethan as they took their turns at
the buffet line.
"Woo hoo," Francesca whistled. "Look at
those two. We are a couple of lucky ladies."
"You're the lucky one," Charli mused. "One
of them isn't interested." She still couldn't believe he'd warned her away
from a relationship. He was so damn presumptuous! A voice in the back of her
head screamed ‘the truth hurts, doesn’t it Princess’.
"He's interested," Francesca stated. "He
just doesn't know it yet. You two are obviously meant for each other."
Charli chuckled. "You sound like the old lady on the
plane. She thought we were a couple."
"I can see why," Francesca smirked. “When you
two are in the same room, everyone can see the sparks fly!”
Charlotte sighed in dismay. "I'm only ‘Princess’ to
annoying boys, others call me Charli."
Jackson grinned. "Nice to finally meet you, Charli.
I’ve heard a lot about you."
"Shouldn't you call her Princess too, Jack?"
Fran smiled.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked,
offended.
"You know exactly what that means, you annoying
little boy."
"Funny! I'm marrying a damn comedienne," he
mumbled. "Hey, where's Cowboy going?"
"I don't know," Fran said loudly. "He needs
to get his fine cowboy ass over here."
"Fran!" Charli squealed, ducking her head. Oh
God! If he heard that, she was going to die, right there on the spot.
"Just saying what you're thinking, sweetie."
Jackson stood and looked in his roommate’s direction.
"Hey Cowboy, get your fine ass over here."
Ethan
turned, his face frozen in total shock. "What…"
"Just
repeating what the ladies said," he smirked while pointing at his table
mates.
Charli
groaned, dropping her head onto her arms. "Goodbye world," she
mumbled.
Noticing
his former crush's reaction, Ethan was now intrigued enough to walk over to
them. “What the hell?”
"Have
a seat. You're with us now,
Cowboy," Fran invited. "Welcome to the club."
"Hmm…okay
thanks…" he said sitting down next to Charlotte in the only empty seat.
"How have you been, Francesca?"
"I'm
great, Cowboy. Your sister never told me you grew up so fine."
Ethan
blushed and turned away. "Uh, thanks?" he mumbled.
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