Perspective

9 - What a donkey

"Ready to order?" The waitress asks me again.

I give her an apologetic smile. "Sorry but not yet. I'm still waiting for someone."

For the past 45 minutes.

"No worries, take your time," She says and leaves.

I take another sip of my water and glance at my phone.

As I'm rereading the texts, the chair across from me scrapes back.

I look up and see Asher.

"What are you—" I start to say but get interrupted.

"I'm so sorry, baby! There was a work emergency and it ended up taking longer than I expected. My phone died too so I couldn't text you. I'm really sorry," Asher apologizes, loudly. "Play along," He whispers to me.

"It's okay," I say. "Just glad you made it."

The waiter from earlier comes back. "Any drinks to start you off, sir?"

"A water would be fine, thank you," Asher says.

The waiter gives me smile. "I'll be out to take your orders shortly."

As soon as she leaves, Asher looks at me. "Has he texted you?"

"No, he won't even answer," I reply, unlocking my phone and handing it to Asher.

He reads the texts before handing my phone back to me.

"What an as—donkey," Asher remarks.

I shrug. "I guess."

"How about we enjoy tonight?" Asher suggests. "Just you and me. No Evan."

"No Evan," I agree.

A smile overtakes Asher's lips and I find myself blushing.

"Are you blushing?" Asher asks, squinting at me.

"No," I lie. My face is ridiculously warm and I can feel the heat rushing to my cheeks.

"You are so blushing," Asher laughs. "It's cute."

"Shut up," I mumble.

I shouldn't be feeling this way with Asher. This isn't our relationship at all. Maybe it's a spur of the moment kind of thing.

"What are you going to get?" Asher questions, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I glance down at the menu and flip it open. "Uh....chicken parmesan. What about you?"

"The same thing," Asher says.

His phone beeps and he pulls it out of his pocket.

"It's Dylan. He sent me Evan's Snapchat story," He tells me.

Asher slides his phone over to me.

When I see the screen, I sigh.

I knew something was fishy about this whole secret admirer thing.

Evan's at a party and he has a stack of cash that he's holding. The caption says, "Makeing cash by makeing bets on ugly bitches."

"You look pissed," Asher comments.

"I am," I reply. "For two reasons actually. One, he fucking stood me up without tell me. Two, he spelled making wrong."

Asher just stares at me before laughing. "Oh my god, Chase."