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“Told ya so,” the host whispers before looking at my date. “Your waiter will be right with you.”
Timothy steps toward me. “You must be Lizzie.”
He reaches for my hand, and I slip my fingers around his for a quick shake.
“And you must be Timothy. My sister has told me nothing about you.”
He laughs, pulls out a chair, and waits for me to sit before taking his own seat.
“She didn’t tell me much about you either. I’m honestly a little embarrassed. I had no idea Emily had an identical twin.”
I scrunch my nose. “You didn’t?”
He shakes his head and takes a sip of water. “She just told me that you were her little sister.”
“Of course, she did,” I say, pursing my lips. “She’s older than me by four and a half minutes.”
We both chuckle, and I decide right away that I like his laugh: throaty and deep. It doesn’t give me butterflies, but it’s nice to listen to.
“So, Timothy, how do you know my sister?”
“Wow, she really didn’t tell you anything, did she?”
I shake my head and reach for the glass of water sitting in front of me.
“I’m her gynecologist.”
Water spews from my mouth. I sputter and reach for the napkin to clean up my mess, but Timothy beats me to it.
“She probably should’ve told you that,” he says, wiping the table in front of me.
“It would’ve been nice. Hey, sis, just a heads up, your date has seen my vagina.”
“If it makes you feel better, I see so many vaginas, they all eventually look alike.”
I pick up my glass, wishing it was filled with something a tad stronger to get me through this conversation. “I have a hard time believing that.”
“You’re right,” he chuckles again. “They don’t all look alike, but let’s not talk about that. Let’s talk about you. What do you do?”
Okay, I can do this. Who cares if he’s had his hand in my sister’s vagina? He’s probably seen her breasts, too.
Wait…that means he’s basically seen my breasts.
And my vagina.
The bloke has seen me naked, and we’ve barely made it past hello.
“Lizzie?”
“Sorry.” I shake the thought away. “I have a degree in early childhood education.”
“You’re a teacher? That’s wonderful. What grade?”
“Preschool, actually. I would like to teach Kindergarten, but finding a job hasn’t been easy. I’ve put in a few applications for the next school year, so fingers crossed.”
“I’m sure you will find something. Do you like teaching?”
“I really do. There’s nothing better than working with kids. How about you, do you enjoy your job?”
