Broken Promises and Ripped Dresses

Catching Up

Dedicated to @Tims-wife for the awesome title! <3 Thanks so much!

Chapter 5. Catching Up

As we walked across the street,  these memories from 2006 came flooding back to me.

He left me without a word, how could we just be so normal together now after what he did? I decided to keep it to myself for a while before mentioning anything about it to him. I might as well try to have a good time with him before I question his decisions. 

"Look, there's my car parked over there. Same one I had in high school," he said pointing towards a red Chevrolet convertible. It still looked good despite how old it was.

"Oh my God, I can't believe you still have it!" I exclaimed running towards it, and gliding my hands over the surface. "Now you definitely have to drive me home."

"Yeah, no matter how much money I could sell it for; I just can't quite let myself give it away yet," he said, walking over. "Remember how many memories we made in this thing?"

My eyes widened. "Uh yeah... yeah I remember," I said blushing.

"And look, I never fixed the cracked mirror from when you kicked it with your leg..." he said, grinning and pointing at the mirror. "You still as flexible as you were then?"

My face turned even redder, and I swear I probably looked like a oversized tomato. "I guess I could be. Haven't really had time to check," I said, grinning awkwardly.

He just laughed harder and waved towards the bar. "Come on let's go in."

The Roadrunner Barsign was on the roof, painted in bright red flashing letters. It had a small armadillo statue standing next to it, wearing sunglasses, and holding a beer can. Typical Phoenix bar.

Andrew opened the door once we got to the front, "Ladies first."

It just seemed more like one of the thing's men do so they can look at your ass.

Surprisingly , the inside wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Most bars on the side of roads are shabby, dark, and just smell purely like beer. This one had nice furniture, lighting, and of course smelled like alcohol, but at least it didn't overpower you. I guess you really can't judge a book by its cover.

We sat down at a high, circular table by the window overlooking the top of the trees. There was a little white candle standing in the middle illuminating Andrew's face. I felt a little uneasy.

This feels a little too much like a date for me.

Andrew seemed to notice my weariness, just like he used to. "Listen, this doesn't have to be a date if you don't want it to be."

Before I could respond a tall, blond haired man in a leather jacket came to our table with menus. "Hey Andrew, who's this?" he asked, winking at me.

"This is Angela, my..." he paused, thinking of the right word. "My old friend."

Old friend? That's what he's gonna call me?

"And Angela, this is Jack. He owns this restaurant, also the one who lets me park out front."

"Hi Jack, it's nice to meet you," I said, smiling and shaking his hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well," he answered, giving me a firm shake.

"Oh quit it with the formal talk, Jack. You're not fooling anyone," Andrew joked. "Besides, she's not interested."

I raised my eyebrows. "And how exactly would you know that?" I asked, "I actually find Jack pretty attractive."