Was I really being dragged into a setup? By a waitress I had only met twice, maybe three times? Yes. I was. I wasn’t so much being dragged into it as I was allowing myself to be led into it. I could have gotten up and left the restaurant. Leigh and Dakota were done eating, and my tab was settled. The waitress insisted that I meet her friend. Leigh and Dakota were of little help. They prodded me to give it a chance.
” Maybe this is the one.” Dakota jabbed.
“How does a waiter fit into my luck lately?” I responded dryly.
I hate this kind of thing. Someone who doesn’t know me from Adam thinks it would be great for me to meet someone simply because we share one thing in common. The margin of success here is hardly worth the trouble.
I drummed my fingers on the table and let out an exasperated sigh. I wanted to leave. The waitress returned.
“He just got sat with a ten-top” she awkwardly blurted out in a southern drawl.
I pawed at the empty carafe on the table.
“Can I get you another glass of wine?”
Halfway through, I started to get impatient. Leigh and Dakota continued to joke at my expense, having a good time. I really wanted to leave but I played the good sport.
I spotted the waitress walking towards me from across the room, practically pushing my suitor in front of her. Great. He’s just as excited as I am. What a laugh. It was just about then that I saw his eyes. Emerald green eyes that sparkled like his smile. He wasn’t much taller than me and he had gorgeous, thick blonde hair. His rounded face was perfectly laid out, as though someone had meticulously designed it that way.
“Hi. I’m Adam.” He said with hawk-like precision.
“See, you still got it!” Dakota said as he shook my shoulders.
“It’s just numbers.” I barked as we walked toward the car. We had exchanged numbers. Even at 8.30 the traffic was still crawling, giving me more time to think than I wanted.
“Are you going to text him?” Leigh asked at a stoplight.
“You mean am I going to text first?” I replied.
I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. It couldn’t be.
As we walked up the steps, I looked around. It was the middle of winter. A bitterly cold, clear night. The moonlight bathed the world around me in an ominous pallor. A cold wind whipped at my ears as I pulled my phone from my pocket.
It was. It hadn’t even been an hour: He’d love to get a drink. When and where?
That was fast.
“He’s already texting you?” Leigh asked.
“So he is, indeed.” I responded as I hit send.
“I hope he’s not desperate.” She said as her coat slid off her shoulders.
I closed the door on the night.