"Let me know if you need anything else, handsome," Our waitress said, winking and smiling at Dick as she dropped off our food. I might as well have not existed. As she walked away, her red ponytail swung back and forth with the sway of her hips, Dick's eyes following her before I cleared my throat to get his attention.

I dug into my scrambled eggs. "So, which came first? The chicken or the egg?"

Dick looked confused and reached for the syrup for his pancakes. "Philosophy 101 over brunch, Tim?"

"No, you and redheads. Were you attracted to them first, or were they attracted to you?"

He grinned. "A bit of both. Also, just because I mostly date redheads doesn't mean I'm not attracted to all kinds of women."

I raised an eyebrow. "What's the deal, then? It's just hair."

"Just a preference, I guess. I like the way it looks." He shrugged. "Like you don't have a type."

"What?" I thought back to my past girlfriends and my current one. Different hair colors, different races, different social groups. "They're all really different."

He couldn't hold back a smile. "Mmhm."

"I really don't." I glanced over his shoulder at the door when it opened. Steph rushed in along with a cold gust, tugging off her hat and fluffing her hair. "Hey, Steph."

"Hey, sorry I'm late." She kissed me and slid into my side of the booth. "You guys ordered without me?"

"No, your waffles should be up soon. I told them to hold them until you got here." I flagged down the waitress and gestured toward Steph. The waitress finally acknowledged me and went to get the waffles.

"Good, thanks." She hopped out of the booth again, leaving her purse. "Be right back. Bathroom."

I watched her back as she walked off. She was wearing leggings as pants, which I knew a lot of girls were against for whatever reason, but I thought it worked for her. She was nice and curvy, a little thicker in the thighs, hips and butt than I knew she liked, but I didn't mind in the slightest. She felt good under my hands when we were in bed together or when she was curled up against my side on the couch.

Dick cleared his throat, eyes smiling behind his coffee mug. "You're gonna laser a hole in her ass if you keep staring that hard. No type, hm?"

"What?" I looked back at him, feeling my face heat up. Even if she was my girlfriend, ogling her butt in public was impolite. Then it clicked—the common thread between all of my girlfriends. "Oh."

"Case closed."