[C] In Your Arms

the date continues

We actually ended up eating salad, which, unfortunately, is one of my most hated food to eat. 

"Why, don't you want salad?" Anderson asked.

"U-uh...o-of course, I want salad!" I lied. Literally. Just to please this picky guy.

I began to eat the salad. I pretended it to be delicious.

"I'm just going to the toilet," I said, leaving him alone.

There I walloped all the salad I ate earlier into the toilet. It's too salty! God!

"Hmmm...I wonder where Ainsley went," Anderson says to himself.

Meanwhile, someone had already come inside and sat on our table. I was surprised when I saw it was Brooke Baldwin.

Oh no! This is bad!

"Hi, Anderson! It's been so long!" she says, hugging Anderson.

"Well, not really," Anderson chuckles. Don't we always see each other?

"Who is she?" Brooke asks.

"Oh...my producer. Ainsley, this is Brooke."

"Hi. I'm Ainsley Smith. I'm pleased to work with you," I said, secretly warding off my shyness.

Then it became awkward. Really awkward.

Damn...what should I do!? This is getting out of hand!

"Hey, Brooke. It seems you're going for a lunch, huh?" Anderson asks.

"Uhm...yeah. I'm going for a brunch. I'm hungry and I wanna eat now," Brooke answered.

Should I butt in...should I butt in?!