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I slump down on the sofa with a dramatic sigh following. Emma looks up from her bowl of noodles and moves her gaze over to land on me. "Bad date?"
"I swear they are only getting worse." I reach my arms out and she hands me the bowl. "I am convinced there is no Mr. Perfect for me. There is always something wrong."
"You're just extremely picky," Emma points out. "Sometimes you just have to keep seeing the guy and you'll find that the flaw wasn't very detrimental to your relationship after all."
"He held his fork with his right hand, Emma," I tell her. "His right hand."
"So?"
"I can't be with someone who holds his silverware in the wrong hand," I proclaim. "It's basic table manners."
"I think you would have found a guy by now if you looked over small things like that."
"Is it too much to ask for a perfect guy?"
"Yes," Emma says, taking the bowl from my hands and settling back into the couch. "Go get changed so we can watch a few episodes of The Hills before going to bed."
"I'm on it," I chirp as I stand to my feet. I reach my bedroom and I feel relief wash over me once my tight fitting dress falls to the floor and pools around my feet. I kick my heels off and my bed has never looked so inviting. Shaking my head I walk over to my dresser and I slip a shirt on that is way too large for me. I have no idea whose it is or how it ended up with me but it's my favorite to sleep in. Stepping into a pair of slippers I pad into Emma and I's shared bathroom to make sure I don't end up falling asleep with makeup covering my face.
I walk back into the living room and plop down beside Emma, pulling the blanket over to cover my legs as well. "What's the episode?"
"The girls are about to ruin the guys's Hawai'i trip."
"They are such ruiners," I pout, leaning my head on Emma's shoulder. "Brody isn't even all that."
"Oh shut up," Emma laughs. "He's hot."
"Oh how I wish I had your low standards."
"Then I guess you and your high standards can make themselves breakfast tomorrow."
"I have a brunch date tomorrow actually."
"You had another date planned before the one tonight was even over?"
"The guy used improper punctuation when he texted me about where to eat so I just assumed it wouldn't work out."
"You're so weird."
"Just watch the show," I huff. "God, I wish I had Audrina's body."
...
"Do you know what you're getting?" I look up from my menu to lock eyes with Andrew. He hasn't done anything worth leaving the table yet.
"Eggs Benedict."
"That's all?"
"I had a large dinner last night," I tell him. Pushy.
"All right," he says, his brows shooting up for just a second before looking back down at his own menu again. Judgmental.
The server comes up to our table and he flashes us a smile. "I'm Calum, I'll be taking care of the two of you today. Are you ready to order?"
"Yes, I will have the scramble eggs and bacon toast with a side of hash browns and sausage." I wait for him to ramble my order as well, but the words never come. Instead I'm met with both Andrew and Calum looking at me in silence. I clear my throat.
"I'll take the egg Benedict, please." Calum jots my order down in his notepad.
"What would you like to drink with that?"
"I'll just have a refill of water," I tell him, and I catch that look on Andrew's face again. I can't stand that look. Calum notices too.
"I'll have a glass of rosé. You can pick out whichever goes best with the food."
"I will be right back with your drinks," he tells us before walking away.
"So what do you do for a living?" Andrew asks me.
"I write a column for Obsession Magazine."
"What kind of things do you write about?"
"Love, relationships, being single, all that kind of stuff." I much prefer the smile he has on his face right now than the look he had on when I ordered. "So what do you do when you're not in the office?"
"I actually just came back from Comic Con last week."
"Oh, what's that?"
"It's a convention for comic book fans basically. You get to dress up as your favorite characters and meet the creators and experts."
"Oh," was all I managed to get out, trying to sound as genuine as possible. "You...dress up?"
"Yeah, I—" Andrew doesn't have the opportunity to finish whatever lame sentence I know would come because a glass of rosé is spilled onto his lap and he shoots up to his feet.
"Shit, I'm so sorry, man," Calum rushes out, but I catch his eyes and I am convinced he did that on purpose.
"It's fine," Andrew grunts. "Where is the bathroom?"
"Over there," Calum points to the back of the restaurant and Andrew takes off. He places my glass of water down on the table. "I think that's your cue to leave."
"What?"
"You didn't seem to enjoy his company very much so I thought I'd buy you some time to get out of here."
"But—"
"I canceled your order—well the chef never actually got it. I figured you'd be out of here soon anyway."
"Um, thank you, I guess."
"If you ever feel like making it up to me." He hands me a slip of paper and I realize he's scribbled his number down in it. "You should probably go before he gets back."
"Yeah, um bye."
...
I probably shouldn't but anyway here is a new story
