Flirt

by Laurell K. Hamilton

didn't want to be angry. I smiled at him, let him see that I saw him; I understood he was wasting smiles on me, and I appreciated it. I let myself smile up at him and let the pure happiness fill my face all the way up. The smile wasn't entirely for the waiter; it was for the men around me, yet it made the waiter smile even wider, his eyes shining with it. It wasn't a bad thing to share; in fact, it was a pretty nice thing to share, even with someone you didn't know at all.