Girl Crush
I took a deep breath, hoping my exasperation would send him packing, but he stood there, waiting for an acknowledgment of some sort.
Sadly, Heather gave it to him. "Hey," she piped up.
Chris nodded at her before addressing me. "Fancy seeing you here, Giselle. Who's your friend?"
I raced to get the words out, but Heather beat me to it, shoving her hand in his direction. "Heather. Giselle's date. And you are?"
"Your date?" His voice boomed through the restaurant loudly enough that people turned to stare. "You've resorted to chasing pussy? What happened, you burn through the entire population of eligible men in this town?"