"May I take your order?" a pretty blonde woman asked Lance, holding a pad and pencil, waiting. Great. Another admirer. Obviously, the hostess had told her about him. I guessed that I would have to get used to it. Anyone as gorgeous as Lance would definitely attract attention.

"I'll have the Seafood Alfredo and a Coke," Lance said, handing her his menu, and then turned his attention back to me.

"I'll have the Penne Pasta with Chicken and a Coke Zero," I said, reaching ...