Ethan was seriously ticked off, not in the mood for wordplay. "I don't give a damn how I phrase it! All I'm saying is, your advice sucks, man. It's not practical at all!"
"All I wanna know is, did you guys go grab a bite or not?" Alaric was unfazed by Ethan's bad mood.
After all, he and Hertha had cleared up their misunderstandings, tied the knot, and were blissfully together now.
He was on cloud nine every day, nothing and no one could dampen his spirits.
"We did, but she was still all guarded around me, didn't even crack a smile," Ethan lamented.
"Did you guys hit up the Rose Garden booth?" Alaric probed further.
"Yeah!" Ethan couldn't deny it.
"And was there a moment, just a moment, when you locked eyes and felt the temperature in the room go up?" Alaric pressed on.
Ethan fell silent, replaying the scene in his head.
Suddenly, he remembered that fleeting moment when he and Lydia locked eyes, the air thick with tension, his blood boiling with the urge to kiss her.
But then, the moment was shattered by the waiter coming to serve their food.
Thinking back, Ethan was both thrilled and furious!
If it wasn't for the waiter interrupting that warm atmosphere, he and Lydia might have held hands, lingered over dinner a bit longer, and wouldn't have bumped into David and Rosalind as they were leaving. That encounter had set him and Lydia back to square one.
With that thought, Ethan blamed everything on that waiter!
"So, got nothing to say? That means there's hope, buddy. Don't worry, you still have a shot!" Alaric said confidently, without waiting for Ethan's reply.
He was a pro at this game, a champ in the field of flirtation.
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