The Bucket List

kiss me

We sit down at a table for two with a view of the city.

Kevin must have asked for this spot, because it's obviously the best one here.
I feel really flattered that Kevin felt close enough to me to tell me about his dad's restaraunt. I think he knows by now that I would never use him for money.

At least I hope he knows.

A woman comes over and greets us, says hello to Kevin. She must recognize him. We order our food and drinks at the same time. She places a hand on Kevin's shoulder and he tenses up. Then she slowly walks away, dragging her hand halfway down his arm.

"So," he says, "how was your day?" He says, trying to ignore what just happened, and I let him.

"It was okay."

"Better because I was a part of it, though."

"Sure. If you want. You plan my days anyway now."

"What does that mean?" I asks, his brown eyes turning from curious to worried in an instant.

"Well, I wasn't planning on coming here. You were." He thinks about this for a moment.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No." I say, and go to rethink my answer. "I don't know." I correct myself.

"Oh."

"It's nice that you can plan everything for me, it helps me to be able to do what I want, but at the same time, I haven't really gotten a say in what we're going to do. Surprises are always fun, but there are some things I want to plan first."

"Oh. I get it."

"You're not mad, are you?"

"No! I just didn't think I was screwing it up."

"You're not!"

"It feels like I've wasted all those things on your list, because you didn't get to do them how you wanted."

"But listen." I say, trying to convince, "the way we did things were better your way. In fact, I wouldn't want them any other way."

"Are you sure?" He says as the waitress comes back with our food. She smiles away and bends across the table to give me my plate, obviously trying to show off her ass. Kevin looks away from it and directly out the window. She only lingers for a second and then walks away. I can't help but giggle at her shameless flirting.

"Okay then." I say, bringing my hand to my mouth, giggling. I know he probably doesn't want to mention it, but it was so obvious this time.

"I'm sorry." He says, laughing too.

"Who is she?" I ask, taking a bite out of my food. "And holy shit, this is delicious."

"Her name is Ashley. She's a bitch. Everytime I come here she serves me, even if I'm not in her section. Nobody really cares though."

"That sucks, honestly I don't think she's even that pretty."

"No, me either, and plus, she you just saw what she fucking did, and I don't wanna see that! That's gross, she's supposed to be working!" I actually find it kind of surprising that Kevin thought it was gross. Usually he would be okay with girls showing him their asses. But I guess not, or maybe just not her.

"Yeah, I get it." I say, and at this point, we're both nearly done our meals. We must have been hungrier than we thought. "For all she knows this could be a date right?"

"Yeah, I mean, maybe this is a date. Wouldn't she get the memo that I'm not interested?"

"You would think so..." I pause, "I have an idea."