Page 11 of Finding Finn
“That’s just depressing. Now get out of Bernadette Peters and don’t slam her door.”
We walked into the bar, and I nodded at Nate as he stood behind the bar. “I don’t see him.”
“Let’s grab a table. I’m sure he’s on his way.”
I glanced at the door and caught my breath. “He’s here.” He looked even better than he did today. His blue polo fit tightly against his chest, and the shorts showed what the legs of a realdancer looked like. God, he could break a person between those thighs.
“Found it,” he grinned as he walked over. Buffy jumped up and gave him a huge hug. I stepped up, and he opened his arms and then thought better of it. He stuck his hand out and I shook it.
“I’m ok for a hug, dude.” I chuckled. “But a handshake is fine too.”
“What’s this place? An inn of some sort?”
“Yeah, it’s… There are rooms for rent above, and this is one of the best bars in town. Do you play pool?”
“I swim in one,” he laughed. “I mean, I’ve played, but I’m not very good.”
Buffy started talking about something, and I stared at his handsome face. He had the most beautiful bow-like lips. If I had met him out somewhere, I would have been instantly attracted to him. But he was my boss, and kind of a prissy asshole, at least on first impression. I knew I wasn’t being fair to him. I needed to give him a chance. But there was something about the way he said things that got under my skin.
“What do you think?” Buffy put her hand on my arm and broke me out of the Finn-hole I found myself in.
“Sorry, what?”
“Drinks and dinner,” she laughed and pointed to the waiter.
“Did I bore you?” Finn grimaced.
“Sorry, I was… day dreaming, I guess.”
“Well, order, dumbass,” Buffy ordered.
“I’ll have the burger and the Ranger on tap, please,” I ordered without looking at the menu.
“For you?” The waiter turned to Finn.
“Do you have Prosecco?”
“Do I look fabulous in these shorts? Of course, we do. And to eat, handsome?”
“I’ll have the chef salad.”
“Oh, he’s healthy.” The waiter was flirting hard.
“Alright, Andre,” I chuckled.
“Coming right up.”
“Sorry, I… I really spaced out, didn’t I?” I smirked.
“For a small town, there really are a lot of gay people,” Finn whispered.
Buffy and I almost fell out of our chairs as we laughed.
“Well, they say ten percent,” I grinned.
“At this table, I’m the minority.”
“Oh! You’re…”
