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“You didn’t feel something when we saw her this morning?” I ask. I have to know if he thinks that she could be it and he’s just remaining silent because he doesn’t want to jinx it or get his hopes up, or if he didn’t feel anything for her.
“Of course I did. But I’m better at reading people than you are and I know that girl isn’t going to show up tonight.” His brown eyes meet mine and I see that even though he thinks she won’t be there; he’s hoping that she will.
“A thousand bucks says she shows.” I bet as I grab my trash and stand up from his desk.
“Deal.” He says not even looking up from his computer screen.
I laugh as I toss out my trash and head back to my office. We finish up at work and leave at 5 pm, fighting the rush hour traffic to get back to our Upper East Side townhouse. It’s Roman’s night to cook dinner and I head upstairs to shower and change while he works in the kitchen. I do the dishes while he takes his turn in the shower and by 8 pm we’re both too anxious to stay home another minute.
We call for the town car and tease each other as we ride up to the nightclub. The bouncer lets us in as soon as we step up to the velvet rope and we weave our way through the crowd and to the VIP section. I keep my eyes open for Aspen and I don’t even need to look to know that Roman is doing the same thing.
“We’re early.” I say. “She could still show up.”
Roman just shakes his head as he takes a seat on one of the plush couches. Immediately, a perky waitress appears at our sides and takes our orders. She disappears through the crowd and I look around at the people around us. Still no sign of Aspen.
The waitress returns with our drinks and Roman hands over his card to open a tab. I see her giving him flirty eyes and I want to smile when he ignores her obvious attempts.
I take a sip of my drink as the first group of girls makes their way over to us. The scantily clad girls all look the same over time and I know that both Roman and I are starting to grow tired from the monotony of these nights out.
“I’m giving her until 9:30 to show and then I’m leaving.” Roman leans over and says as one of the drunk girls tries to climb into his lap.
I nod my agreement as two very drunk girls sit on either side of me and both whisper in my ear at the same time. I lean back in my seat and try to ignore them, taking another drink of my whiskey. They don’t interpret my silence as a sign of my indifference or pick up on my lack of interest and instead, both start to paw at me. I push one of their hands off my leg when it starts to get a little too far north from my knee.
Roman shoots me an annoyed look as he pries a girl’s hands from around his neck. She’s wrapped herself around him and from the looks of it is trying to attach her lips to his body permanently. He pushes her away gently and tells her that we’re waiting for someone. The girl pouts but takes it better than the two wrapped around me. They whisper how well they can keep a secret in my ear and that my girlfriend doesn’t need to know.
“I’m not that kind of guy.” I say as I unwrap myself from them once again.
“A fun guy?” One of them slurs.
“No, a cheater.” I say, finally freeing myself from them.
They huff before they both storm off. I let out a sigh of relief. It would make things harder if Aspen showed up and found us with girls wrapped around us.
“It’s 9:30, Flynn. She’s not coming.” Roman says as he drains the last of his drink.
I check my watch and am surprised at the amount of disappointment I feel at her not showing up. I drain my drink too as Roman signals to the waitress to close out our tab. He signs the receipt and tucks his card back into his wallet before he stands.
“I texted, Jack. He’s pulling the car around now,” I say as I tuck my phone back into my pocket and we make our way back through the writhing bodies and to the door.
I let Roman slide into the car first before I slide in after him.
“Home please, Jack,” Roman says before he stares out the window.
“What are we going to do now?” I ask after the car starts to move.
“About what?” He asks.
“Roman, c’mon! I know you felt it too. You want Aspen just as much as I do. Now, what are we going to do to get her?”
He’s silent as he thinks over my question.
“I don’t know,” he answers.
“We need to see her again. Let’s go back to the coffee shop again tomorrow morning. We can ask her out again. Maybe she was just busy tonight.”
“You don’t even know if she will be working tomorrow,” he says.
“Well, it’s a start and we have to do something. Let’s just try. One more time.” I say.
