Fight for My Way

Round 1 (Part-Two)

                  

EMMA

Just as I had promised Calvin to Rib eyes steak, we found a bar-b-cue restaurant just behind the Department Store.

Me and Calvin sit by the center of the window. The place was bright and had a cozy feeling. Calvin sits across me. Waiting on the food. I felt as if I was looking at ten years old, who was waiting for his ice cream to come.

"It's been so long since I had beef. Where's the meat", he says with his hands on chin and smiling like a cute girl.

CALVIN

Emma kept her promise and took me to a Bar-b-cue grill restaurant near by. I don't remember the last time I had any. It's been ages. We are sitting across a group of college kids by the window. Emma was still in her work uniform. As usual, she begins to rub her legs from standing all day. I was telling Emma how I have missed eating Bar-b-cue when I noticed the guys in front of us were checking out Emma. Not one, all the three guys were looking at Emma like a piece of meat. I just can't imagine what they could be thinking. I suddenly became angry. I don't know why.

"Hey, let's switch seats," I tell her.

She looks at. "Why?", she says folding her arms. I knew she was going to be stubborn. Either way, I need her to move before these guys strip her with their eyes.

"The sun's too bright. Just switch seats." I say to her. Pretending the sun is bothering me. I grab my white plastic bag, which was holding my white uniform and bomber jacket. I didn't want it to smell like meat. So I wrapped it in plastic.

"Hurry up," I say standing up with my bag.

"Just sit anywhere. You are so picky."

I shooed her away from her seat, while she complaining and moving out of her seat.

"Hurry," I tell her. She finally sits down the other way.

"It's not even that bright," she complains.

EMMA

What is he complaining about? Sure we were sitting right by an exposed glass, but no sun was coming in. He might be big, but he still acts like a five-year-old. Just when I was going to complain more, I see Amy again. What's with her today. She hasn't been out of my sight for the last five hours. She seemed as if she was shopping for a cake for her wedding. Seeing that she was holding a cake photo Magazine. She squints her eyes and looks at the glass window at me and Calvin. Shoot. I can't lose to her I tell myself. I look at Calvin and tell him.

"Hey, can you pats my head?"

                  
"What did you say?" he ask looking at me ridiculously . She was still looking straight at us. I have to play it hard.

I put both my hands under my chin and give Calvin sparkling eyes acting cute and ask him one more time.

"Can you pat my hair? When you watch dramas, the guy pats the girl's head."

He stares at me for five solid seconds.

"Ewww, no. I don't want to touch you." I knew he was going to say that. I laugh with a big smile knowing Amy was watching every move we make.

"If you want the rib eye, do it," I tell him forcing my smile.

"My goodness. You're so dirty and unfair." He says.

I roll my eyes at him and tell him to do it quickly. I put my head down and wait for him to do it.

He hesitates for a second. I felt as if I was watching a little kid who was trying to touch an animal for the first time. His big hands shaking and trembling as is I was going to bite him, he finally puts a hand on top my head. And genteelly pats my head slowly.