I stomp back inside with Deanna in tow. I swipe our cups off the table we were previously sitting at and press my middle finger against the window in front of his face. Then I move to another table across the room, the one farthest from the windows.
Deanna is just about frothing at the mouth when we drop into our seats. “Holy mother of God, that man is beautiful! You’re so lucky!”
I groan and drop my forehead onto the table.
Yeah, that’s me.
Lucky.