Ethan
"What do you normally do on a date, Ash?" I asked, and Ash spat the water out and started coughing.
"What the hell, Ash! You just spat all over my desk!" I complained.
"Yes, because you fucking scared the shit out of me," he said as he tried to calm himself down.
"I just asked you a simple question," I rolled my eyes.
"You and dates, Ethan? There's nothing simple about it," he looked at me in shock.
"What the hell do you mean?" I narrowed my eyes at him.
"I have known you since college, Ethan. You have never been on a date. Remember your no dating rule? You have been so freaking against it all your fucking life. Why the hell are you asking about it now? What the hell has happened to you?" he asked as if I had grown a second head.
I rolled my eyes, "I am just curious."
"Curious? Why? You have never been curious about it. Never. From Sharon Gill to Ophelia-wait a minute. Don't tell me," Ash said with his mouth wide open in shock.
"What?" I frowned.
"You are planning to go on a date with Ophelia!" he yelled in surprise.
"Ssh...lower down your voice. She is in the next cabin," I told him.
"What the fuck, Ethan! When the heck were you going to tell me?" he jumped from his seat.
"Ashton Smith!" I gritted and he clamped his hand our his mouth as he sat down.
"Sorry, but, seriously? When? How? You didn't tell me, Ethan? I am hurt," he said and touched his chest.
"Stop your bloody drama. It's not a date. We are just going for dinner as friends. I asked so that I can make sure not to do those things and give her the wrong idea," I rolled my eyes.
"Asking your wife out for dinner is already giving her the impression of a date, Ethan," Ash said.
I rolled my eyes, "No, it's not. She knows it's just a dinner."
He stared at me in shock.
"What?" I frowned.
"You didn't correct me when I called Ophelia your wife," he muttered still in shock.
I shrugged and waved it off.
"Seriously, what the fuck did I miss?!" he asked again with his eyes as wide as saucers.
I glared at him, "Okay, are you going to keep saying that? If yes, then, we both should just stop this discussion and get back to work."
"No, no, I am sorry. I'll tell you how to make this a perfect date," he said and scooted his chair over.
"It is not a date!" I rolled my eyes.
For the next thirty minutes, Ash gave me multiple stupid cheesy romantic ideas about how I can impress Ophelia like giving her flowers, chocolates, going for a long drive post the dinner, sitting under the stars, giving her a nice gift and god knows what else.
But, none of them felt right. It was all like coming straight out of some romance novel. None of them felt special. None of them sounded like a night to remember. None of them felt like Ophelia.
So, at the end, I decided to just keep it simple for tonight and just go for dinner and talk.
"Okay, Ethan. Bye, have fun on your date," Ash said as he got up.
"It's not a date", I rolled my eyes.
He just chuckled and left as my eyes fell on the stapler on my desk.
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