-1It's none of your business, Lexie chanted silently as she slid into the booth, choosing to sit next to her niece. Guiltily her gaze kept darting to where Rebecca stood behind the counter. The older woman was briskly wiping down the counter, enough force behind her rag to take the Formica off. Her mouth was set in a sour line, not that Lexie could blame her.
"Did I miss where this town had become part of some daytime soap opera?" Meredith asked, crossing her arms and leaning forward, propping them against the table top.
"If you missed it, I did too," Lexie quipped. She nibbled her lower lip, wondering if she should suggest they go some place else. Rebecca barely tolerated her on a good day; she hated to think what sort of reception she would get today.
"Here." Two menus were slapped down before them. Lexie jumped, swallowing the lump that was forming in her throat. Every time she was near Rebecca she felt the compulsion to apologize, to try and explain why she had gone home with Alex that night. She had been drunk and he had been hot. She didn't think that explanation would fly with Rebecca. "Do you need a minute?"
"No," Meredith said, rejecting the menu. "I'll have a cheeseburger. Mayonnaise and ketchup. No pickles, onions, or tomatoes. Just lettuce. I want the seasoned tater tots instead of fries, and a sweet tea for the drink. Munchkin here will have a grilled cheese, French fries, and Sprite."
Rebecca scribbled the order down on her pad, then looked expectantly at Lexie. Most of her usual hostility was gone. No doubt her anger toward Lexie had been replaced by rage toward Izzie. At least that was what Lexie was hoping. "I…I guess I'll have a chicken sandwich, just the chicken, bread, and some pickles. Water to drink. No fries or anything like that."
"Will have it out to you as soon as possible." Rebecca yanked up the unused menus and pivoted sharply on the ball of her foot. She stopped halfway to the counter, then turned back around. "I'm only going to say this once, and it's only because I hate the wounded puppy look you have whenever I am around. I don't blame you for what happened with Alex. You and I…we were never friends…you did not owe me anything. Alex did. He knew better, yet he still chose to have sex with you. So, stop acting like I'm about to rip your head off. I'm over it. I guess on some level, I'm even thankful. If you hadn't slept with him, I would have married him and God knows that would have been a huge mistake."
"That was…interesting," Meredith said once Rebecca was gone. Interesting was one way of looking at it. "You sure Welcome hasn't become the next Port Charles?"
"Not that I know of," Lexie said slowly. Their small Texas town was starting to resemble a fictional day time drama set. Correction, Lexie added when Addison ran past them crying, it was definitely becoming a soap opera.