Forgiveness » L.P AU

05

Felicity

"So," Liam began as soon as he started his car. "Today was your first day, right?"

"Correct," I smiled, straightening my back. I'll admit that good posture isn't one of my strengths.

"How was it?"

I shrugged my shoulders. Do I tell him that I enjoyed it, or do I tell him that it isn't what I hoped it would be? "It was OK, I guess. Nothing too good, nothing too bad."

"I'm sorry about that," Liam said, a small frown on his face. "First days can be like that, you know?"

"Sadly." Slowly, I folded my hands on top of my lap and began to play with my thumbs. 

It was quiet for a while, but I didn't mind it. It was nice; the air of the car being so calm and free. I remember when there was no awkward air, no conversation about how work was. It was all before, but this is all now, I'm living in the now -- we're living in the now. 

"Thank you," I suddenly burst out, "for the wine. It will be of much use." If I'm being honest, thanking him for the wine wasn't my true intention. What I was going to do was thank him for not being so weird about the past and taking me to dinner, but God knows how that'll go.

"It's no problem, really. It was the least I could do, seeing how much of a dick I acted like," Liam said, laughing a bit as a way to cover up his embarrassment. He was always so great like that; he was so kind and gentle and he never wanted to misbehave or make a fool out of himself. 

 "You weren't a dick, you just answered," I sighed, slightly turning my body to look at him. "You wanted answers, and I respect that." Here it goes again. I spoke too soon.

Instead of asking why, Liam slightly nodded and kept his eyes on a road, a small smile on his face.

Thankfully, it only took two more minutes to get to Applebee's. When we arrived, Liam parked his car near the back where he said he was completely sure he wouldn't get scratched or dinged. I laughed at him for a moment, remembering how he's always been like this.

"May I help you?" A woman about five years asked the two of us as we got inside. 

"Ah, yes," Liam mumbled, looking to her. "A table for two, please."

"Is a booth OK?"

"Yeah," the man I was here with sighed, annoyed for some reason.

Moments later, the woman was leading us to the back table with two menus in hand. She seemed to have a bit of swing to her walk for some reason. Maybe she's strutting? Quickly, though, she set us in a booth near the back and began to speak.

"My name is Alyson and I'll be your waitress tonight." As the woman, Alyson, spoke, I noticed that her eyes rarely left Liam. "Could I get you two anything to drink to start out with?"

"I'll have a Pepsi," Liam said, his tone low. 

Alyson wrote down his drink order, her attention still on him. Suddenly I grew annoyed: really annoyed.

Quite obviously, I cleared my throat and straightened my back. The waitress looked at me, a sour look on her face. 

"I'll take a strawberry margarita," I smiled, my annoyance coming out loud and clear in my voice. I turned to Liam who also had a small smirk on his face.

Huffing out a deep breath, Alyson stormed off.

"What the hell was that all about?" I laughed, my eyes scanning over the menu.