Nomad's Baby

The Rules to Dating P2

A split second later the chair screeched hard as he pushed from the table, almost falling as he tried to stand.

Then he snatched his drink and vanished.

Sera stared after him in confusion.

A huge platter of food was lowered down to the table in front of her with way more than she ordered. And the hand holding it was covered in tattoos and rings.

Some of the food was so hot it was still sizzling on the plate.

Whisper set his steak down before sitting again himself.

He grabbed his fork and knife and was about to cut when he glanced over at her. "Eat, Sera."

Her mouth was open, from surprise not to ask questions.

Though she had them.

But the smell of the food was too strong. She probably should have thanked him, but instead she just hoped he hadn't tko'd the chef before taking up her fork.

**

"What the fuck?" Vicky and Jonas returned to the table. "Where's our food?"

Vicky picked up her glass. "What the hell happened with my drink?"

"I had some, I'm sorry," Sera admitted.

"How'd you guys get your food though?" Jonas asked.

"They'll bring yours out in a minute." Whisper answered. " Since you were dancing it would have gotten cold."

"My whole drink though?" Vicky pulled out the empty stick

"Sorry." Sera could barely answer since her mouth was so full. The food was the best she had since she got here.

"Damn, that looks good." Jonas said as they sat back in their seats.

"What did we miss?"

Whisper lowered his beer. "Sera said she's not sleeping with me."

"What?"

Sera covered her mouth, trying to swallow as Vicky's shock crossed the table.

The waiter brought the rest of the food, spicy fajitas that filled the air with grilled peppers as he set it down.

"I'm a biker," Whisper pointed out. "She assumes I'm a whore and not her type. Also I don't think she likes how I dress."

"Sera what the hell?"

To avoid her friend Sera shifted her eyes to his side of the table. "I didn't say anything about how you dress."

Whisper calmly cut into his steak. "It's fine. I decided I like her."

Sera's entire brown face could have turned as red as her dress.

"Aww." Vicky smiled as she began preparing her fajita. "See. Death Skulls."

Jonas hadn't touched his food. He stared at Whisper in what could best be described as concentrated confusion.

"I don't think I ever heard you talk this much, man," he admitted.

"You can't be so cut and dry with folks Sera," Vicky offered. "People have layers."

Just continue chewing. The night was already out of control. The least she could do was enjoy her meal.

*

"What's happening next?" Whisper asked as dinner was winding down.

"We're not drunk yet. So we're supposed to go bar hopping." Vicky answered.