Taylor was sitting on a bench outside the restaurant, waiting for me. When he tried to rech for my hand, I tried to make it look like I was straightening my skirt. It wasn�t that I was mad at him�OK, I was a little mad, but I was almost afraid of being seen with him. The attention gets to be�too much sometimes.
�That was great chicken,� Taylor said as we headed for the car.
�Yep, mine was good,� I said halfheartedly.
�Oh my�is that�oh my it is,� I heard a familiar voice say. Without turning, I knew the brown-haired girl from the bathroom incident was right behind me.
�Hi!� Taylor said in a genuinely friendly voice.
�Hi yourself! I saw you walking out of the restaurant and it suddenly occurred to me who you were,� she said. �It�s nice to meet you, Taylor. I�m Emma.� She extended a hand to him, and he took it and shook it.
�It�s nice to meet you too, Emma,� Taylor replied. God, the way he turned on the charm completely turned my stomach. He looked around a bit then spoke again. �Are you here all by yourself?� he asked her.
�No, I�m actually on a date,� she said, giggling. What a fucking liar�I thought. I knew damn well that Reagan had called her to come to the resturant just so she could have this opportunity.
�I just wanted to come say hey,� she continued. �You�ve been one of my favorite singers for like ever,� she told him, her eyes wide and adoring. I knew Taylor was just eating it up.
�That�s awesome,� Taylor said. �I�ve gotta run, but it was great meeting you, Emma,� he told her, reaching to shake her hand one more tieme.
�You too, Taylor!� she replied. She glanced quickly at me, her eyes full of disproval. She finally, after what seemed like hours, dropped Taylor�s hand. I continued the walk back to the car without a word.
Taylor pushed the button to unlock the door to his midnight blue Mercedes convertible and we got in without another word spoken. Sometimes, I could kill the kid.
