Page 117 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“Oh, thanks, but we can...”
Diana demurely waves a hand. “No need, Mr. Hayes. You’re our valued guest. We’re glad you’re on the road to recovery and want to celebrate this with you. Now, may I start with your drinks?”
“Ah, yeah, sure,” Wyatt splutters.
Diana grins. “Shall I bring over your usual bottle of champagne?”
Wyatt chokes on air. “Uh, uh, what?”
“We have your usual order chilled on ice,” Diana replies.
Wyatt shares my apprehensiveness. “Uh, I don’t think we want champagne.”
“Not a problem. Come to think of it, the champagne was only ordered when you were with Miss Portia.”
Ugh. There’s that name again like a stab in the gut.
Wyatt tilts his head, sighing as he takes in the hurt on my face. I force a smile for his sake. It’s not his fault he has a past. Obviously, he and Portia have spent a lot of time together because they work together. I’ve seen all the event photos. Heck, some of them are on my walls. But I hate that everyone brings her up in front of me, like I’m completely invisible.
Diana fidgets like she’s reading the awkwardness growing from the table. “Or, would you like me to suggest a nice bottle of wine?”
I clear my throat, wading in discomfort. “Uh, you give alcohol to minors?”
Diana splutters some syllables, pivoting between me and Wyatt as a sheen coats her forehead.
“Well, I’m on medication,” Wyatt says, shifting in his seat as the awkwardness grows. “And I feel very seventeen right now. So it’s no alcohol for me.”
“Certainly, sir,” Diana says, composing herself after finally getting the hint. “We have a range of non-alcoholic drinks. Perhaps you and your companion would like a mocktail?”
A nervous laugh splutters out of me. “Like a Shirley Temple?”
Diana smiles. “Absolutely. Would you like one?”
I shrug. “I’ve never had one. No time like the present.”
“And for you, sir?”
“Just a diet coke, thanks.”
Diana nods. “Not a problem. I’ll have them brought over.”
Diana hurries away and I can’t help smirking. “I think she wants you to be an out-of-control teen celebrity.”
“I don’t want to talk about that.” Wyatt mutters, struggling to meet my eyes. “I saw that look in your eyes.”
“What? About the wine?”
Wyatt frowns. “No, not that. I wish you wouldn’t get jealous over a name.”
“It’s not just a name. You two have history.”
“But we don’t have a present,” he replies. “She’s never called or visited. And I don’t miss her.”
“You don’t remember her.”
“I didn’t remember meeting fans, and I felt like I found something I’d been missing.”
I slouch in my seat. “What if it’s like that when you see her? What if she’s the missing link to you getting your memory back?”
