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“You don’t think I know that?” Garrett’s getting into this, and I’m not sure how I feel about any of it.
“You met her yesterday, fuckface. You know nothing.”
“I know enough.”
Molly leans back into her seat, tossing her napkin onto her empty plate. “Just remember what I said.” She points to herself. “Fucking ninja.”
“You guys need to stop.”
The two are silent for a long time, both just glaring at each other. “Welp, this is fun.” I set my napkin on the table. “Not.” Then, I tell them, “I appreciate you both thinking you need to take care of me, but you don’t. I’m a grown-up.” At Molly I add, “And Garrett is merely helping me get my locket back. Nothing more.”
“Bullshit,” Molly grumbles.
The waitress appears with our check. I asked for separate checks, but it came in only one. “Excuse me.” I’m about to remind the waitress of that fact when Garrett picks up the slip of paper.
“I’ve got it.” Looking at Molly, he adds, “Even hers.”
“No way. I can pay my own damn bill.”
“Too bad. I’m buying.”
“I’m buying.”
“Stop.” I say it loud enough for patrons nearby to hear. “Enough, you two.” Snatching the slip out of Garrett’s hand, I place my credit card with it and hand it to the waitress. “Hurry before things deteriorate.”
Ooh, deteriorate. That’s another good word.
Our server nods and rushes off to ring up the bill. “This was fun.” Sure, I’m being sarcastic.
“Sorry, Lucy.” Molly sounds remorseful.
“Yeah.” Garrett glances my way. “Sorry.”
“Apology accepted.”
The waitress is back in no time. “Let me leave the tip.” Garrett’s got his wallet out.
“No. Let me leave the tip.” Molly’s not about to let him win.
“You can both leave her a tip.”
I watch as both of them slap down some cash. I used to wait tables, so I know how much that extra money matters. “Let’s go. I’ve got things to do today.”
On the sidewalk, I ask Garrett, “Would you mind taking Molly home too?”
“I don’t need a ride.”
I’ve had enough for one day. “Don’t be stubborn. Get into the car.” I look at Garrett. “You’re dropping me at home first since you both live in Oak Park, and you’re taking Molly home.”
“What about the groceries?”
I give him my very best stern look. The one that says, that’s not going to happen.
He nods, and I’m a bit surprised he doesn’t argue. Maybe he realized that I’m not worth all the trouble.
I suppose I’m not.
Holding the door for me, I slip into the passenger seat. I frown, thinking about how promising the day began.
