I turned toward the booth, not looking up as I flipped through my book for a fresh page. "Welcome to Conti's. I'm Lia and I'll nguhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
I froze. Directly facing me was the muscled Olympic swimmer, Jay Morningstar…and I just made an idiot of myself.
The rest of the table looked up to see my standing there with my mouth practically gaping. His coach, who I recognized from TV interviews, and even the bronze and silver medalist. They didn't say anything, they didn't even blink.
I couldn't even put together my words and Jay Morningstar was just staring at me with that Wheaties box smile and those ice blue eyes.
What was I supposed to say? Sorry I just made a weird noise, it's just that I have a poster of you on my wall where you are wearing nothing more than your gold medal, a smile, and a pair of man panties?