“Oh, it’s you.” She blinked as she handed me the brown bags of food.
“Me?” I pointed to my chest.
“Yeah, the guy from last night. Scout had your table all night.”
“We were celebrating.”
“I noticed. You have a fun group.” She stood on her tiptoes, and I turned my head to see Randy passing from the kitchen back to the living room. “Are they all here tonight?” She eyed the food.
I probably over-ordered. The bags were a result of the munchies.
“No, just Randy.”
“Oh, well.” The girl smiled and looked at the steps she was standing on. “Is he dating anyone?”
“No, actually. I don’t think he is. You want me to get him?”
“Maybe just his number. Consider it my tip.” She winked at me.
I scrambled to grab my wallet from my back pocket. “What’s the total?”
“Thirty-four seventy.”
I gave her two twenty-dollar bills, and she gave me a pen. I looked at it for a moment before realizing she really did want Randy’s phone number. I tore a piece of the bag off and scribbled the digits, then handed it to her.
“Thanks.” She stepped off my steps. “Maybe I’ll be seeing you around some.” She turned and started toward her car.
“Wait!” I set the bags down on the floor and ran after her. “You know Scout, right?”
“I do.”
“Is she… is she single?”
She grinned. “She is.”
“How do I—” I wasn’t quite sure how to word my request.
The delivery woman laughed. “Why don’t you come in tomorrow night? She’s working the rest of the week. I’ll make sure she gets your table.” I looked to the car she was driving. She saw and waved off my concerns. “I’m just covering delivery tonight. You come in, and I promise you’ll get to shoot your shot.”
“Is there anything you can tell me about her?” I was desperate. I had already screwed up the phone call. I couldn’t mess this up.
“She likes to draw.” She turned back and hurried to her car. “I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She wasn’t asking, it was more of an order. I nodded and went back inside, grabbing the food.
“What took so long?” Randy complained as I set the bags on the coffee table. “Commercial’s over.”
“I just got you a date,” I smirked and grabbed a container. I opened it to find cheese fries. My stomach rumbled, and I plucked one out and popped it into my mouth. “Chick digs you.”
“It’s the hair.” He flipped his blond locks out of his face. “You should grow yours out.”
“I’m good. I need to stand out somehow.” I was the only one out of our group who shaved regularly and had my hair cut every few weeks.
“Stand out for who? You were given a smoking piece of ass. Aleida isn’t going anywhere, even if you were ugly.”
He had a point. There was no way I’d be able to get rid of her. “Who knows, maybe I might stop caring.”
My mind drifted back to Scout. Out in the parking lot, with her oversized jersey open, revealing her belly shirt…
