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He got me back.
Gloriously.
Finally, the man in front of me stops singing, gives me a wink and walks away. The waitress comes over to me and tells me that Nic is going to pay for my drinks, and he says that he'll see me at work tomorrow.
I don't dare flip him off like I want to, but I make sure he hears me when I say, "I hate you so much...just wait! You just wait for what I have in store for you next!" I storm out of the restaurant, playing mad, but inside I feel all warm and tingly.
I was supposed to be burrowing my way under Nic's skin, but the way I feel right now, I think it's him who's getting under mine.
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This is goingto be a night to remember.
I take another sip of the whiskey I've been nursing since I've gotten here. I'm actually a little nervous about how this will go. It's one thing to prank Nyla in the hospital, but this is her personal life. I shouldn't be meddling in it. Of course Tripp told me that's nonsense, when she brought in all those actors and dancers she was going outside the hospital too. This was only fair. If she was mad, I could always run away.
Tripp did tell me that I absolutely had to record her reaction no matter what. He had to go back to the terminal for his next leg.
It was actually his connections that got the Elvis impersonator. It was my notoriety that got her date to hit the bricks.
He was here waiting for her before she got here and I politely but rather firmly told him that if he didn't get the hell up from the table and never contact Nyla again I'd make sure his next physical revealed some not too good ailments he's been trying to hide from his wife of fifteen years. He was out of here so fast the waitress didn't even know what happened.
Of course, even with Tripp knowing the Elvis impersonator, the actor had to be paid a grip of money just to go along with this elaborate ruse on such short notice. It's not like I cared about the money. I've got money going back to my great-grandparents. My family wealth must be in the billions by now. If there's one thing I have, it's money to waste.
When she gets to the restaurant, I notice that she doesn't have that same happiness she had before. Maybe this really isn't the best time to be doing this. I could think of another way.
Just as I'm about to call the entire thing off, the Elvis impersonator comes in looking exactly how Tripp and I told him to.
It tickles me to see how red she gets when he starts to show that he's reenacting Elvis scenes, and when he starts singing heartbreak hotel, I can't hold my laughter in anymore. The phone is out and in my hand as she slouches lower and lower in the chair, trying to stay out of the line of sight. It's too late, I've already seen the look on her face, and it's going to be ingrained in my mind forever. I may even print one of the pictures out and get it blown up to hang on the wall.
I laugh too loud, and she catches me at the bar.
Oh, she's steaming mad, or at least she's pretending she is. But I notice, as she turns to walk out, she's much happier now than when she got in. I watch her get into another cab, and I make a note to find out how she's getting to and from work. Not to mention where she lives. If she's far, I can arrange for a car service or something, so she doesn't have to keep paying for all these cabs.
I turn on the stool and face the bar now that the show is over. My fingers continue to scroll through my phone as I look at the photos I've taken of her face. I zoom in on the smile she has on when she realizes it's me. That's what I want to see all the time.
I shoot Tripp over two of the photos not expecting a call since he's supposed to be in the air right now, and I slip the phone back in my pocket. When I look up, both the bartenders are staring at me with goofy grins on their faces. I just ignore them. I know why they're looking at me. The notorious asshole of Grand River is laughing and having a good time.
If someone had told me three months ago that I would have come this far out of my shell in this short span of time, I would have checked them for a brain injury.
I love how she makes me feel. Even when she's not actively doing anything to me, just being around her makes me feel good inside.
As I'm finishing my drink, I get a notification on my phone. I pull it out thinking it's Tripp, and I'm going to have to curse him out for texting while he's driving... even if it's a plane, that can't be safe.
My mouth goes dry when I see the message is not from Tripp, but Nyla.
It's not strange for her to have my number since all the nurses have it for emergencies, but this message is clearly not work related.
From Nyla: WAIT UNTIL I GET YOU BACK FOR THIS! YOU'RE GOING TO GET IT NOW! HOW COULD SET ME UP WITH THAT GUY!!
She says in all caps and with a plethora of angry, fiery emojis after it.
From Nyla: Kudos on the creativity, though. You'll have to tell me how you pulled that off.
To Nyla: You know I'm never going to give up my secrets.
I chuckle and wait for her to answer.
