The Restaurant

Chapter 5 - Kat

I'm Kat. I'm the best friend of this hopeless guy you know as Jimmy. I know. Lucky me! He's a sweetheart and I love the guy to death but sometimes he just needs a swift kick in the butt or even a smack in the back of the head. I'm sure you know someone just like that. Anyway, I never got to introduce myself and tell my side of the story, so I decided to pop in and tell from my perspective. Jimmy and I have been roommates for close to four years, and before that, friends for close to six months. But this is my story. I've been a lesbian since I was fourteen when I kissed my first girl. Growing up in a house where your parents are completely against that kind of thing, I had to hide it. I really hated having to hide my lifestyle from my parents, but I couldn't hide it from my brother, so I told him in secret. He was pretty shaken by it but said he loved me no matter what and that he would keep my secret. As I grew up, it became clearer my parents wouldn't condone my lifestyle. I didn't want to upset them, so I kept it hidden till I could finally move out. I moved in with my cousin in California when I turned 18, telling my parents I wanted a change in scenery. They, of course, were very sad and gave me some money until I could get on my feet. They visit me from time to time, just to check on me, but usually only stay for the weekend so it's pretty easy to hide how I live. Anyway, that's a little background on me.

Now here's my side of the story. So, Jimmy had this ex that, basically, tore his heart out and put him in a funk for a long time. I barely knew the guy at the time, but I could tell something happened to him and I asked him to go to lunch with me one day after work. Well, that day we ended up talking for a long time about what happened with her, that he had to move back in with his parents, and how it wasn't his fault. I decided he needed a drink so I took him to a pub I frequented right by my house. It's a dark, dank place. Two pool tables and a dart board with locals that all look about thirty years retired, but the bartenders have heavy hands and the drinks are cheap. Plus, one of the bartenders there I've known since high school and he always makes the drinks strong. That night, we got pretty tipsy and ended up at my house. He slept on the couch and I crashed on my bed. I woke up to him making me breakfast as a thank you for listening to him vent and cry all night. Who was I to turn down a free meal? That morning we ate and talked some more about work, moving back in with his parents, and the girl I had a crush on that lived in the apartment next to me.

"I don't think she'll think too highly of you with a guy staying at your house."

"I know, I'm fairly certain she doesn't know I'm lesbian."

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

"Well, I've never tried anything on her. I think she'd turn me down. And I don't think she swings that way."

"Have you ever asked her?"

"No..."

"Invite her over for breakfast and let's see what we could do." He smiled at me. That was one thing about him. He was always trying to help others with everything. He seemed happiest when he was doing something for someone else.

"Ummmm....okaaay..."

"Are you afraid to ask her over?"

"No, I've talked to her before. I just figured it would be awkward to just knock on her door and ask her if she wanted to have breakfast with me and a guy that stayed at my house last night."

"Hmmm, good point. What one is hers again?"

"It's literally on the other side of this wall."

"Ok!" He walked to the front door and started opening it.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to get her."

"Wait what?! I just told you it would be awkward to do that. Don't!" I started. I chased after him, and tackled him just as he knocked once on the door. I was hoping she didn't hear it, but the door opened and there she stood in her pajamas looking down at both of us. I forgot what I was doing as she stood there and couldn't stop staring, thinking about how beautiful she was.