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Wendy picked at her food while Matt ate his. Yeah, he'd eaten recently but he was eighteen and hungry all the time.

"Are you enjoying it?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's really good. Is there something wrong with yours?" He was going to kill April if she'd poisoned Wendy out of some misplaced jealousy.

"It's fine. I'm just worried."

"Worried about what? Maybe I can help."

"I'm worried about my mother going crazy on me. I'm worried about dating you when my mother just might attack you again and my sister seems to be crushing on you and she's cuter and younger than me."

"Too young," Matt said. "I'm eighteen. If I tried to date your sister, your mom would have me in prison for statutory ****... not that I agree she's cuter. You're pretty cute, you know. Don't sell yourself short."

She kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks. You're pretty cute as well."

He would have preferred 'hot and hunky' to 'pretty cute' but he figured he could take what he could get. Especially when Wendy put her hand on his thigh. "Want to get dessert?" she asked.

"Uh, no. I'm pretty full." Actually, he could probably eat five desserts but he wasn't going to run up the bill on her like that. Her parents might be rich but that didn't mean they gave her an unlimited budget for taking out guys they didn't approve of.

"I was thinking some low-calorie dessert."

"Ah. In that case let's get the check. Now, about you paying, I'm pretty sure I asked you out so it seems to me that--"

She held up a hand in a 'stop' gesture. "Don't go there. I'm paying. If you whine about it, I'm going to get mad and you don't want a redhead mad at you."

"I certainly don't want this redhead mad at me."

She squeezed his thigh. "Good boy. Do you know the waitress, by the way?"

"Huh, I've met her. Why?"

"Because she kept looking at you."

"Oh. Well, I've seen her around. Maybe she was trying to remember where she knew me from."

"Maybe."

She pulled out a wad of cash and counted out a generous tip. "Come on. I have something I want to show you."