Would You Buy This Book If It Got Published?

"So what do you think…?" she said, running her finger along the rim of her coffee gl. She tucked her ponytail behind her ear, and blew out the steams before folding her fingers around the gl. "I-I don't know…" I stuttered, fiddling with the menu nervously. She pulled down the scarf off her neck to expose her , and pressed her lips against the gl handle as she stared at me with her gorgeous eyes. "I see you're not interested then… I guess I should ask someone else" She mumbled, tilting the gl towards her lips to taste the whipped cream that started spilling out of it. Her Scottish beauty turned into a mask that camouflaged her expression. I wondered how many guys she had captivated with her alluring stare. I wanted to say yes, but something in her voice made me so reluctant that I decided to stay with my old decision. "You're thinking too hard young man" she continued, resting her chin on her palm and held up one finger to move her blonde-pony out of her face. The color of her hair fit amazingly with her pale skin, rolling the edges of it around her finger as I spoke. "Sorry Ma'am, but I don't think you're right about me. I will just disappoint you…" I claimed, shoving my chair away from the table to stand up. Her eyes flickered towards the waiter whose back faced me. "Going somewhere?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes like a model. Before I could response, the waiter showed up. A little smirk spread across his devious face. "Can I help you sir?" I asked politely, looking up at him. He glared back at me, and quickly wrote down all what we had ordered on a sheet and flung it onto the table. It was the bill. He charged me for everything, even for what I had not ordered. "This is our bill?"I asked as if I did not know. He brushed his bronze pony aside, trying to accentuate his innocent expression. The tightened tie contributed to achieve the modest appearance. "What does it look like?" he asked sarcastically. I had only a few cents in my wallet, but I pretended to be fumbling for more. His eyes narrowed. "Looking for something sir?" he asked in confusion. "They must be here somewhere…" I mumbled. I started sweating, pushing up the sleeves of my shirt and running my hands down the full length of my jeans, nothing was found. "Are you okay?" she asked, turning her head a half way to face me. "You don't look so good…" She pulled out one hundred dollar bill out of her purse and threw it at the table. The bill skidded across it and stopped as it got to my elbow. "Is it enough?" she asked without even looking at the bill. The waiter raised his eyebrow, looking at her purse, it was full of them. "Yes, thanks Miss…?" he thanked her, waiting for her response. "-Victoria" she answered before his tone echoed in the background. He squinted at me for a long moment, and crushed the bill angrily in his hairy-brown hand. It crumpled and wrinkled into a ball as he shoved it in his rear pocket, and turned his back at me. "What's his problem?" I hissed, looking over my shoulder to make sure he was not listening. She chuckled, zipping her purse a half way and dropping it under the table that the bills in it were tered around the leg of the chair. Her expression was unreadable now. The laugh lines that constantly appeared on the edges of her lips showed she was being pleasant, but still, I was not sure. "Problem?" she asked, sliding her fingers into the handle of her coffee gl, lifting it a bit while talking. "I don't think he has a problem, but maybe you do…" I opened my eyes widely. Her soft voice made this word sound as if having a problem was a good thing. I shook my head quickly and moved the handkerchief all the way along my lips to wipe off the sauce. "Why should I have a problem?" I asked her, still holding it to hide my expression. She pushed her hands towards each other and giggled stupidly. "You're dating a girl and expect her to pay for everything you ordered"