Our Last Dance

24.

When Friday rolled around, Stevie and Lindsey decided to go to dinner just to catch up considering they hadn't really had one of their sleepovers like normal. Not in a couple of weeks at the very least.

The first two weeks Trevor and Annelle had been staying there, Lindsey would come over and spend the night on Fridays, but in the last weeks, the kids were starting to give the dance instructor a headache and so she's put them off for her own sanity and talked to him on the phone to vent. And talking on the phone happened more often than not, they talked on the phone for hours at a time, every day.

"You know what sounds really good tonight?" she wondered as they sat at the bar.

"Hm?" he rose his brow.

"Either a martini or shot of tequila... You pick," she assured.

"That's tough... How about a martini? I haven't had one in a long time..."

"Me either. I like mine dirty."

"Sounds good," he agreed. He then gestured to the bartender and ordered their drinks while she looked over some of the things on the menu.

Frankly, she wasn't in the mood to eat and she just wanted to earn herself a little buzz in order to go home and have a good night's sleep.

"So, what's on your mind, crazy? A martini, huh?"

"Tequila have more style?" she joked.

"I mean if you wanna get technical..." he retorted. "But no, you're usually a wine drinker..."

"Correction, I used to be crazy and I used to only drink vodka and tequila... I used to actually hate wine..."

"Great story, but what's going on?" he insisted.

"Nothing," she shrugged. "I'm just in the mood to change it up... But no, I mean, I'm just tired and I'm going through the motions of having a toddler. It's been like twenty years since I've had a toddler running around me twenty-four-seven. Then I've been cooking so much more. Two meals a day at least when normally I make one and just a couple times a week for myself."

"Ah, I get it... You're just overwhelmed."

"Yeah, but I'm really looking forward to tomorrow. Can't wait to spend time with the girls."

"Yeah, Shelly's actually been feeling pretty good so she's really excited to spend the day with you," he cleared his throat and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. "Which reminds me, I wanted go give you money for tomorrow."

"For what?" she creased her brow.

The bartender came back and placed their drinks in front of them.

"Well, I know it's expensive to get your hair and nails done and all that and I want Shelly to save, you want Annelle to save..."

"Lindsey, I can handle it. It's really not a big deal at all," she shook her head. "I wanna pay for it. I haven't got her a wedding gift since I've been so preoccupied and I'm going to pay for Annelle's things."

"Are you sure?" he wondered.

"Shelly's like my daughter in a way and I want to. Believe me..."

"Okay, then... Then at least let me get dinner tonight."

"Whatever floats your boat," she rolled her eyes with a smile.

"It actually drives me crazy how much you pay for things when I wanna pay for them," he commented.

"Why?" she laughed.

"Maybe it's our time, but I know my dad beat into my head that no matter what, I was supposed to pay for everything when out with a woman or people I don't know as a kindness..."