Rex was half-slouched in his chair, phone in one hand, fork in the other, eating like any regular teenager killing time. Except, of course, he wasn't regular. The occasional glance he got from the staff, the lingering stares from nearby tables, especially the girls… it was the kind of attention he had started to recognize as background noise.
A few of them even looked like they were psyching themselves up, rehearsing some cheesy opening line in their heads, as if this café was about to turn into the first chapter of a terrible romance novel.
