The Cake Girl

Seventh.

The first thing I notice is that it’s sort of busy. Then I spot Sean sitting at a table by the window, looking out over the ocean. Before I could question what he was doing here, I see the flower sitting on the table. Oh.

I walk over and sit in the chair across from him and he looks up.

“hey stranger.” I say, smiling.

He smiles back, “thank god it’s you.

“who else would it be?” I ask, curious now.

“I don’t know. My dad set me up for this blind date thing. It’s like the fifth one he has sent me on even though I know like every girl in town but he won’t listen to me. Anyways, he says this girl’s different but in the past it’s just some girl who talks way too much.” He finishes his rant and sighs, “so, what brings you here?” he finally asks.

I smile, “well, I was supposed to meet this guy here for a date, but he seems really uninterested, so I guess I’ll just leave.” I tell him, jokingly.

It took him a moment to get what I just said, “oh.”

“yeah,”

"You should forget everything I just said.” He tells me and laugh.

“we’ll see,” I shrug.

The waitress came up after that to take our order. She, or Rebecca as her name tag put it, instantly started flirting with Sean and ignoring that I was even there. After about five minutes of basically her talking and Sean looking bored she finally said, “well, just remember, you and Tyler are the only ones left on my list. Keep that in mind this summer.” I about choked on my water. That’s when she realized I even existed. “oh, are you his sister or something?”

Instead of answering her idiotic question, I ask her one, “what list?”

“oh, haha, just some silly list I started freshman year. I have until the end of the summer to hook up with all the guys in my class.”

“uh-huh. And Sean and Tyler are the last ones?”

“well duh, they’re like the hardest guys to even get a date with.”

“right.”

“so, what would you two like?” she asks. Sean orders some Shrimp dish, which to my dismay, I can’t have since I’m allergic to Shrimp.

“um, what fish is used for the Fish and Chips?” I ask.

“uh, I don’t know, fish?” Sean couldn’t help but laugh at that one.

“right, fish. What kind?”

“whatever they use in the kitchen. How am I supposed to know?”

I shake my head, “whatever, can I have the Smoked Salmon Fettuccini please.” I hand her the menu and she stomps off.

“seriously, she doesn’t know that there are different types of fish?” I blurt out.

Sean chuckles again, “That’s Rebecca. She uh, obviously isn’t the brightest around town, and also, as you probably guessed, is the school slut.”

“every school needs one.” I say nonchalantly and Sean nods. After that, neither of us spoke. Like, at all. It was at least ten minutes before Sean said anything else and that was to excuse himself from the table. I wouldn’t be surprised if he just walked out of the restaurant and left me here. I let the piece of hair I’ve been twirling go, just to grab it again and twirl it around my finger. Sean, to my surprise, sits back down and watches me some as I twirl my hair.

“this is bad, isn’t it?” he wonders. I don’t know if he meant to say that out loud or not, but I didn’t really care.

“want the truth? Or do you want me to lie for your benefit?”