“You haven’t been around long. Nobody gets there on time. What’re you bucking for, Mr Holton?”
He grinned at her. Robert Holton had dark blue eyes. Marjorie Ventusa had never noticed them before. They were beautiful eyes, she thought suddenly.
One of the waitresses came over to her and said, “Boy, you sure must like that guy in the corner.”
“What do you mean? What you talking about?”
“Nothing at all. You needn’t get so excited. I was just noticing you talking to him all the time. I couldn’t help noticing, Marjorie. You was there so long talking to him.”
“He comes in here a lot and we talk, that’s all. I hope you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind at all, Marjorie. I was just kidding you.”
Marjorie Ventusa picked up a cup of coffee and went back to the dining room. The waitress had irritated her. She didn’t want anyone to think that she would fall for a man at least ten years younger than she was. Well, perhaps not ten years. Robert Holton could be thirty. The difference between thirty and thirty-seven was not so great.
She walked over to Robert Holton’s table. They were talking.
“I don’t see what you have against Dick. He’s an awful nice fellow.”