My Waitress Made a Pass at Me

I’m flattered. But did I got a mixed signal?

Authors Pic — 2nd Plate. Grilled Parmesan chicken .

It was lunch-time on Wednesday last and after an arduous writing session I decided to go out for lunch. Alone. Actually, it wasn’t that arduous. I just felt like lunch. I was falling behind with my writing schedule and needed to think. Not really, but I chose to think this.