When Constellations Form (Light in the Dark 4)

“Smart. You did remember to close the door?” he jokes.

“Yes, I closed the door.” I roll my eyes. “I am kind of hungry. Where do you want to eat?”

He shoves his hands into the pockets of his light wash jeans. “How about W.T.F.?”

“But you work there, don’t you want to go somewhere else?”

“They have the best fucking food in the city.”

“All right then. Lead the way.” I swish my hand and he starts walking. Three strides and he’s half a block away from me—or so it seems. “Slow down!” I call after him. “I can’t walk that fast and you know it.”

He grins at me over his shoulder. “I was hoping to lose you.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not so easily shakable.”

He slows down and I catch up and then we head the couple of blocks over to W.T.F.

They do have great food and an amazing atmosphere. The bar and restaurant is more upscale, but not too snooty—or, let’s face it, Jace wouldn’t work there. I’ve met the owner, Eli, a few times, and he’s young and eccentric.

We turn left and head down the street, past Jace and Nova’s apartment, and keep walking. W.T.F. is down the street from where they live so it doesn’t take long to get there.

We arrive and on the door is inscribed:

W.T.F.

What the fork?

(Did you think we meant something else)

Restaurant & Bar

Est. 2013

Jace holds the door open for me and my mouth falls open in shock.

Wow, the boy’s learned some manners.

The hostess starts to say something to me, but then Jace walks in, grabs two menus, and keeps walking.

I shrug at her and then run after him. Thank God I wore flats today and not heels.

Jace picks a table by the windows overlooking the street. I slide into the booth.

“Why’d you bother to get a menu?” I ask. “Shouldn’t you have the thing memorized since you work here?”

“You’re buying so I’m planning on getting at least five things—I don’t know the prices so I have to see what’s most expensive.” He grins at me, his green eyes light and playful.

Joking with Jace. I never thought I’d see the day.

I pick up my menu and scan the items. I’ve been here a lot over the years, but this is one place that there are several different things I love to get, so I never know what I want.

I finally decide on the B.L.T. with truffle fries.

I lay my menu aside.

The waitress comes up to our table and smiles. “Hey, Jace.” She smiles flirtatiously.

“Hey,” he replies, not looking away from the menu.