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Created on: November 05, 2008 Last Updated: March 19, 2011
"Is that Andrew?" Jayne gasped as she spied her ex boyfriend across the bar. Sue looked up from the bar menu at her friends' question.
"Wow, look at him," Sue said admiring the tall dark waiter clearing tables.
Jayne agreed with her friends' sentiment, he looked great. Jayne continued to watch noticing his biceps flexing as he placed a flute of champagne in front of the shapely red head. The red head appeared to find him attractive too, as she threw her head back sending her long curls cascading over her shoulder.
"He's a waiter?" Sue questioned as she noticed him moving to another table clearing away plates and glasses.
"Yes, looks that way," Jayne replied noticing how his hair was now longer and unkempt. "He used to be a cop.
He must've got sick of having short hair and chasing criminals," Jayne replied remembering the site of him in his uniform.
"Why'd you guys break up?" Sue asked as they watched him whisper something into the woman's hair near her ear.
"To further his career," Jayne replied a little melancholy.
"As a barista?" Sue said jokingly. "Do you want to go somewhere else," she suggested as she noticed Jayne watching Andrew chat to the red head again.
"Should I go speak to him?" She asked her friend, ignoring the question.
"Well not at the moment," Sue replied noticing Andrew sitting down opposite the woman he had just served champagne to.
He was flashing his smile at her, the same one that wooed Jayne. The red head laughed and touched his arm responding to his attention. It was obvious to Jayne that they were flirting with each other.
"Do you want to go somewhere else?" Sue repeated noticing her friends' obvious discomfort at the scene unfolding. "There's a bar down the road a bit, we can get our last drinks there."
"No, I want to say hi," Jayne said.
She was assessing the red head, who Jayne thought wasn't in Andrew's league.
Andrew hadn't noticed them yet, in fact he stood sideways to where they sat near the north entrance. He would be surprised to see Jayne, she was sure of that. They hadn't spoken in months.
"Look at him, will you," Jayne scoffed. "Anyone would think he'd made the whole thing up about concentrating on his career."
The red head got up and walked past where Jayne and Sue were sitting, She entered the ladies restrooms. Andrew returned to the empty table after clearing some more glasses.
"I'm going to speak to him," Jayne suddenly said jumping up before Sue could argue.
"Hi stranger," Jayne exclaimed moving over to where he was
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