“I’ll think about it.” I nod. “Did you actually want me to sign whatever it is while you’re here?”
“Oh, yeah.” She laughs, reaching into her bag and pulling it out.
* * *
I told myself I wouldn’t go.
But, Iama liar after all.
When I enter the restaurant, I scan the tables for her.
“Sir, can I help you?” the hostess smiles at me as she gawks. I’m not sure what it is, something about ever since I was fired people have been giving me more attention. Maybe they can smell prison on me. That I’m a bad choice. Or maybe I’m finally able to let the rest of the world see what only Drew has seen for the last decade.
Walking up to the table, her back towards me. My eyes running over her perfect flesh as she grabs her phone, pulling up a text thread.
“What the fuck?” She whispers to herself.
“Yeah,” I start as I slide past her, across the table and sittingdown.
She wears a shocked expression as she slowly puts her phone down.
“I don’t think he’s gonna make it.”
“You flattened two of his tires?”
“What?” I shrug. I can see she finds it humorous as much as she’s trying not to let it show. “I did feel like it was a little poetic.”
She laughs, glancing away quickly. “I guess that’s fair.” She grabs her purse.
“Stay.”
Her cheeks flush. “Give me a reason I should.”
“We’re both here. There’s food, and I had to time it perfectly so the undercover cops in front of my house didn’t see me leave.”
She tries to hide her smile, but her hands drift away from her things.
“How’d you even find out?”
“We have a mutual friend, apparently.” I laugh.
“There’s no way.”
“She showed up at my house. Apparently she likes me better.” It makes me laugh again. “She told me about it. I know about your terrible decisions when it comes to men —”
“Hey,” she laughs, cutting me off. “You were one of those decisions.”
“Oh, I’m completely aware of who I am.”
“So you were a terrible decision.”
“At the time. Yeah.” Nodding my head as the server comes over.
“Can I start you two off with anything to drink?”
I pause, looking at Drew, who shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “Vodka soda.”
I can feel the server look over at me, but I can’t take my eyes off her. “Whiskey on the rocks.”
