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reason. You just don’t look like the ‘save the animals’ type? Aren’t those girls usually covered in body hair and refuse to shower or something? You seem pretty put together to be the earthy type.”
    Now Elizabeth’s blood was really boiling. He may be attractive, but he was also clearly a chauvinistic pig.
    “I should go,” Elizabeth said, gathering her purse from the floor.
    “Wait, why?”
    “You can’t just be rude to people. You don’t even know me and you’re carrying on like an idiot.”
    “You think I’m an—idiot?”
    “Yes. A pig, really. God, does that machismo shit really work for you?”
    Jake blanched, slumping back in his chair. You would think she had slapped him, instead of told him off. Elizabeth stiffened her shoulders, glad she had shifted the field of power. He had her off her game with his looks but no one insults her work, no matter what he looked like.
    “Look, I’m sorry. I was just joking. Please sit back down. That was my very, very backhanded way of saying I think you’re pretty. At least get the po’boy to go. Trust me, you won’t regret it.”
    He was flashing a lopsided grin at her and batting his long, dark eyelashes. Her stomach fluttered again, and she could feel her resolve weakening. She sat back down, but tried to keep her face as stern as possible. The waitress walked over to the table with two tall glasses of ice water before Elizabeth could come up with something witty to say.
    “Have you guys decided?” asked the waitress, pulling out a pen and note pad.
    “Would I be an idiot if I ordered for you?” he asked, clearly smirking at her.
    She narrowed her eyes at him, but decided he probably knew the menu better than her. It’s not like she had any allergies to worry about.
    “Fine, go ahead,” Elizabeth said, crossing her arms.
    “Two fried shrimp po’boys please with fries. And can we get the raspberry sweet tea? If the lady doesn’t kill me by desert then two beignets, extra powdered sugar,” Jake said, handing the waitress back the menus.
    The waitress nodded, receiving the menus and walking away.
    “Good Lord, how do you stay in such good shape eating like that?” Elizabeth asked, sipping on her water.
    “Oh, you noticed I was in good shape, huh?”
    Elizabeth felt her cheeks get hot. She was already naturally very pale so she was sure she looked like a blonde tomato right about now.
    “Just making conversation,” Elizabeth said, shrugging off the comment.
    “I see. Well, I’m a pretty outdoorsy guy. I run in the state park a lot. I assume you are doing your research there?”
    “Yea. I’ve been going like three times a week, weather permitting. It’s been raining like crazy.”
    “Yea, I know. I grew up climbing those trees with my best friend, Chris. We’re both in town for Mardi Gras. You’re going obviously?”
    “No. I don’t have time. I’m only here until May. I graduate college then.”
    “Come on. You have to go. It’s literally the best party in the country, arguably the world!”
    “I have a schedule to keep.”
    “A schedule that could be thrown off by one night of fun sounds like a shitty schedule.”
    “You’re doing it again.”
    “Doing what?”
    “Being a pig,” she said, smirking at him.
    He laughed and leaned back as the waitress put down the sweet tea. She took a sip and her lips puckered from all of the sugar.
    “Holy shit,” she said, putting the cup down.
    “I know. It’s like liquid diabetes,” he said, slurping down his drink.
    “There is no way you drink this .”
    “I do. I asked them for the recipe and serve it up to all of my friends in Canada.”
    “I feel sorry for your friends’ health. Canada, huh? That’s a long way away.”
    His face hardened a little as he nodded.
    “It’s better to roam around. Plus, Chris was born there.”
    “Sounds like you’re a party boy. Though I don’t think of Canada when I think of a party spot.”
    “I meant the woods. Judge much?”
    “You