While Shyam and Jira were talking I noticed the waitress (or is it seating hostess?) looked annoyed. I acted quickly, “Hey, Shyam, Ceirra, do you guys want to join us?”
Ceirra looked less than pleased, whereas Shyam looked ecstatic- quite a feat considering his black hair was covering half of his face.
“Thanks, you don’t mind do you?” he asked, turning to Ceirra.
Ceirra’s face cleared, and she displayed a perfectly angelic smile, “Of course I don’t.”
I turned to the waitress/seating hostess, “Two more seats please? The table’s big enough.”
She muttered something and hurried away, soon returning with two more chairs. We shifted around, making room for Shyam and Ceirra between Jira and Anima. Jira and Shyam instantly began talking about Tampa Central and the ‘good ol’ middle school days.’ whatever.
Anima began talking with Ceirra, whose expression had returned to pissed.
Jake looked slightly unhappy that his date’s attention had been stolen away by Ceirra, who, by the looks of it, was being placated.