Delilah's Plan
Later that same evening I'm riding the ferry to the main land, in Sabastian's truck, It's all part of Delilah's stupid plan. I think her plan is going backfire majorly, but we'll see.
"Trina, I'm sorry about what happened last night," Bash says, looking pretty sorry with a huge bruise on his chin and a fat lip. I swear Alex has one hell of a right hook.
"It's quite alright, Bash. The two of you have been fighting since you could throw fists, so it's really nothing new." I know he's probably sorrier about what started the fight than the actual fight but I'm going to pretend I don't even know what started it.
I watch as the ferry docks and the cars in front of us pull away. There sure is a lot of people leaving the island tonight, it's getting close to the time of year for it though, I supposed.
Bash follows the dirt road for about twenty minutes before he finally turns onto the highway, where we travel another twenty minutes before we see signs of civilization. I'm so glad I called him earlier and rescheduled for five, instead of eight. I'd be starving by the time we ate dinner.
He pulls his oversized truck into the parking lot of an upscale restaurant, well upscale for these parts anyway. It's nothing like eating at the Boka in Chicago but it's a nice sit-down restaurant where we can enjoy a nice meal and conversation.
He steps out of the truck and rushes to my side to open the door. I smile at him as I slide out, trying to hold my sun dress down as I do. I don't want to give him or anyone else a show tonight. He offers me his arm and I link mine with his with a giggle. It feels like a real date, although I know that both of us have our minds working overtime thinking about what happened the night before.
I like the feeling of going on a real date so of course I don't let on that I know about him and Del sleeping together. I've said it before and I'll say it again, it's just a date, we aren't dating. There are two different meanings to those very similar words.
We stand inside the door waiting to be seated when a very friendly male host steps up to his podium to check for empty tables.
"Dinner for two?" He asks. I always thought that was a dumb question. You see two people don't you, but I guess if we were waiting on more people it would give us the chance to tell him. He shows us to our seats, where Sabastian pulls my chair out and slides it in for me before sitting across the table.
I smile at him yet again, seemingly unable to keep from smiling at him tonight, maybe it's because it has been a long time since I've been on a real date. Tom's idea of a date was grabbing a hot dog on the way home.
"What will you be having to drink tonight," the waitress asks with a bright smile and a cheery disposition. She's a lovely woman, probably early thirties?
I know I'm always checking people out and trying to guess their age but honestly in my defense I do it to possibly use them as characters in books later and I just might have a great idea for a book, but we'll see.
"I'll have a glass of Merlot and a water, please," I smile at her. If I keep this up I'm going to wind up with a permanent smile. I guess that wouldn't be all that bad, unless I have to go to a funeral. Yikes.
After Sabastian orders and the woman leaves he looks over his menu at me, "What looks good?"
"Everything, I'm famished."
"I'm thinking about a T-bone."
"Steak sounds good," I say and lower my menu folding my hands over it on the table.
"Why does this feel so awkward," Bash asks, with a bit of a blush to his cheeks. Wow I didn't know Bash could get embarrassed.
Because we're friends, trying to make something more of it and it just may not happen. That's what I wanted to say anyway, but what actually came out of my mouth was, giggle, giggle, "it is awkward isn't it," and some more giggles? Good Lord am I a teenager or a grown woman. Ok so I might be a little nervous.
