"You should text him," Becky was telling me three weeks later.
"No, I'm not texting him. If he wanted to talk to me, he would have texted me. It's been too long now."
"Oh my god, who cares? Just do it. He's hot. And he told Sean he liked you."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, okay. If he liked me he would have gotten ahold of me by now."
"He has a busy schedule, he probably just hasn't had time. You should come with the next time we all hang out."
"No, Becky. He clearly doesn't like me. It's fine, it was just for one night and that's it. Drop it, okay?"
"Ughhhh," she groaned dramatically. "I just think you two would go good together. And it'd be cool to date guys who are good friends."
"Cool, but not gonna happen," I laughed.
I thought that was that. And so I didn't think any more about it and went on with my life. I had been lucky one night by going home with a gorgeous, kinda famous guy, but it was just a random fluke. It was fun, but it was only for that night.
I got a seemingly normal call from Becky about a week after that.
"Whatcha doing?"
"Laying on my couch. You?"
"You need to get up and get ready."
"For what?"
"Your date with Mark."
"Mark?"
"You know, Foster. Sean's friend." I immediately panicked.
"What?! I told you no! Tell me you didn't set something up Becky!"
"Jeeze, fine, okay, okay. I didn't. I'm just kidding. But do you wanna go get something to eat? Say, in like two hours?"
"Ugh," I groaned. "Can't you just come over here with take out?"
"I wanna go out somewhere. It'll be fun. Just get ready and I'll text you the restaurant info."
"I really don't feel like - "
"Two hours. Bye." She abruptly hung up.
I should have known immediately what she was up to. But I didn't catch on right away. I reluctantly peeled myself off of my couch about an hour later and got ready. By "ready" I mean I just made myself somewhat presentable, assuming we were just going to some hole in the wall diner she had discovered. We liked those. I didn't leave on time either, knowing she was always late.
But upon arriving at the address she texted me, I saw that it was not a hole in the wall diner at all. It was a really fancy restaurant. Confused and wondering if I had the right place, I tried to call her. But of course she didn't answer.
I went inside to the hostess podium. She looked me up and down like I was a homeless person who came in off the street.
"Um, hi, I think I might be meeting someone here? Becky Starks?"
After giving me one last mean mug, she looked down at her book until she found the name. She looked back up to me. "Right this way," she gave a horrible fake tight lipped smile as she turned quickly on her heels and I followed after her.
