Alpha Reid
Before I even get a word out, the same raven-haired waitress from last time is already at our table, wedging herself between Reid and me.
“Alpha!” she greets, flashing a cheerful smile. “What can I get for you?”
Reid returns her smile politely. “Hey Soph. Just a beer for me, and…” he gestures to me, arching a brow. “Grape vodka, was it?”
“With Sprite,” I nod. He remembered.
“Got it, I’ll be right back with those,” Sophie chirps, turning and strutting away without even casting so much as a glance in my direction. Guess I’m either a curiosity or straight up invisible to the members of Reid’s pack.