Page 37 of This is Me

“Oh, shit. Roy, we gotta go,” Andy said, suddenly look at his phone, and Leroy nodded.

“Wait. Why?” I asked, looking from Andy to Leroy.

“Leroy is staying at mine tonight, and dad wants us home.”

“Oh, alright, let’s head off then.” As I went to get up, Blaire grabbed my arm.

“You two go ahead—we’ll just be a sec.” Blaire gestured at the two of us, and Andy and Leroy both raised their eyebrows.

“Uh, yeah, sure. We’ll go to the car,” Andy said, nodding at Leroy, who stayed quiet and got up.

“Here’s the keys.” I grabbed my car keys from my pocket and threw them at Andy.

“Let’s, uh, let’s go, Leroy.”

Leroy nodded at Andy again, though didn’t say anything, and they both slowly walked out of The Coffee House.

“I have a question,” I started, but Blaire cut me off.

“Shush, no, you don’t. Listen.” Blaire paused for a moment, before looking around The Coffee House, I assumed to see if Andy and Leroy had left. When she saw they were no longer inside, she continued. “The waiter, Simon.”

“Samuel,” I interject.

“Whatever. What do you think?”

“About the name? It’s alright.” Blaire slapped my arm and shook her head.

“No. The human that the name belongs to, you idiot.”

“Yeah… he’s definitely a human,” I responded, feeling my face start to burn up.

“This is the perfect opportunity to learn how to talk about guys. Plus, it may help with the Leroy thing.” Blaire leant back in her chair and crossed her arms as if she had just solved a complicated riddle, and I shook my head at her.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I’m not interested.”

“I saw how you looked at…” Blaire trailed off, and I could tell that she was trying to remember the waiter's name again.

“Samuel!” I answered. “How can you keep forgetting?”

“Who cares what his name is. I saw you giving him the eye.”

“The eye?”

“Yes. The eye. Do you not know what that is?” Blaire questioned, tilting her head.

“I know what an eye is.” I gave her a small smile, and she rolled her eyes at me.

“I’m talking about the eye. The way you look at someone who you find attractive.” Blaire looked over at Sam, who was cleaning up behind the counter, before looking back at me. “Like the look you gave him.”

“I didn’t give him a look. I just… looked at him,” I defended as my eyes landed on Sam.

I didn’t have a crush on him. I mean, he was attractive, and he seemed sweet and friendly, but I didn’t like him in any romantic way. Though it could have been lust, I wasn’t too sure on what that felt like. I wasn’t too sure on what love felt like either, so what the hell did I know.

“You gave him the look, and you know it,” Blaire said, pulling my attention away from Sam.

I liked it better when I had forgotten about him.

“Can I just state that this is a pointless conversation, and you’re fuelling the ‘Blaire and Pete are dating’ fire.”