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Some females have resting bitch face, some males have a resting fuck off expression, but Angel Cake? She has a “please don’t talk to me because I don’t know what to say back to you” stare.
So, that’s what most people do.
Theydon’ttalk to her.
Their loss.
And currently, right now, mine.
“I swear I’m listenin’.” After giving my dark charcoal polo a minor adjustment, I prove it. “Runt’s is a great beer.Obviously.” My hand dangles the beverage before I sneak a sip. “It’s what I’m drinkin’ if they’ve got it.” Seeing her body relax in the seat once more pushes me to continue. “Which I’m highly impressed that this swanky steakhouse does.”
“My doing,” she sassily flicks her finger inward to where a normal guy would be trying not to drool over her rack that’s doing its best to spill out of her dress.
“How long have you been in sales?” I place the bottle back down near the untouched menu. “Or does what you do technically count as marketin’ since you travel city to city tryin’ to convince people to carry it?”
“Youarelistening,” Lila sweetly coos on an impressed smirk.
“What can I say? I’m a man of my word.”
The waitress comes by to top off our water glasses, and I use the opportunity to glance at my device again.
Still nothing.
Maybe I don’t have service?
Or maybe her battery died?
Or maybe…maybe Angel Cake ispunishing mefor going out with another woman instead of keepingournon-date date by giving me the fucking silent treatment?
If that’s the case, then I’ll pledge allegiance to my fucking hand.
Take a celibacy vow.
Become a child rescuing monk.
Whatever I gotta do to prevent this…nightmare from repeating itself.
We’ve nevernottalked this long when I’m home.
And I honestly don’t fucking care for it.
Lila waits until it’s just us again to inquire, “Work text?”
“Nah, I’m out of commission for at least a day or two.”
“Just a day or two? I could’ve sworn Vi Vi said Blu was gonna be home for at least a week this time.”
Doubtful.
Blu bitches about not being here enough, but we both know he craves the rush of a rescue about as much as I do.
“It’s hard to predict exactlywhenan assignment we wanna take will come in,” reaching for my beer again rather than the menu I’ve yet to look at mindlessly occurs, “but it’s mandatory that we wait for paperwork from the last job to clear the system before takin’ on a new one, which for most operatives is at least a week.”
“But not you?”
“I’ve uh…I’ve got aninin that department.” Smiling at the mere thought of her is a habit I know I’ll never break. “So, unless there’s a required psych sign off, she never makes me wait longer than I want.”
“And is she sending the text you’re waiting on?”
