I, The Minion #NaNoWriMo

Coffee Shop

Chapter 3

Fast forward to Tuesday afternoon. . .

I sat in a cafe shop to meet up with Brook and Damon. Apparently, when I told Damon that he will take Brook out on a date, he asked Brook that I tag along with them.

During lunch, I complained to them, saying that I did not want to third-wheel. Brook and Damon may not really be dating, but they are a thing. I am just the so-called 'minion' of Brook.

There was fire laced in her eyes as soon as she entered the cafeteria, shooting daggers at me. If looks could kill, I'd be dead right now. I told her too that I did not want to be their third wheel, but she insisted that I talk to Damon about it because she couldn't have him do anything for her, even if she begged.

"You're not going to be third-wheeling, Cassie. We're just hanging out as friends, right?" Damon asked nonchalantly.

And then I told him, "I know, but Brook wants you guys to go out on a date."

And so, he goes, "Then we'll go on a date then." At that moment, I just wanted to explode. Damon was stubborn, just like Brook. They sure are perfect for each other.

"No way!" I snapped at him, but he did not flinch at all. His eyes averted from mine and I looked behind me to realize that he was staring at the New Girl, just walking in the cafeteria.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. We'll double date," he said without thinking about it. He walked passed me and left to go to the New Girl. When I returned to Brook about the plan, she was less furious. I did not know how the situation has changed though. They still were not going to be alone.

I was not desperate on finding a date. I can just grab someone, and they will happily say 'yes.' However, I already have plans with someone. Plus, it was part of my grade. I might as well multitask going on a date while doing my group project.

A minute later, my date comes in. He was still wearing the same clothes from today in school. There was also a ketchup stain on his khaki pants. He did not even have the decency to comb his disheveled hair. It looks like he just got out of bed with his wrinkled-up shirt.

What would Brook think when she gets here and sees him, looking like this?

I groaned, getting up from my seat, and pulled him towards my car. "Jeez, woman!" he exclaimed. I opened the driver's door and pushed him to sit. He was facing the steering wheel with a perplexed look. I leaned over his lap, grabbing my small make-up box from the passenger seat. I think I heard a nervous, "O-okay. Uh. Okay." There was certainly a nervous tone in his stuttering.

I set the make-up kit on the pavement and open it. "W-what are you doing? I'm not putting on make-up," he opposes, grabbing unto my hands that held a foundation brush.

"Just let me do my job," I said, warning him, and he tries to take the brush from my hand.

"No, no make-up. Besides, what is this even for? I already look pretty," he said in a girly voice. I blurted a chuckle at that. A smile etched on his face.

"Then let me just brush your hair, huh? You look like you just got out from bed," I tell him; he lets go of my hands this time. I grab the small hair brush from my purse. I held his face; his cheeks pop out and lips pucker up.

"I don't get why you're doing this," he mumbled.

"Brook will kill me when she sees you like this," I mumbled back.

"Why does she care? I thought we were observing and interviewing each other," he asked. Right, I omitted the 'going on a double date' part.

"We're on a double date, alright? It was last minute," I tell him. I passed him my kit and he set it over the passenger seat. He seemed to be considering the situation and perhaps have thought of the up-side to this date. He gets to say he went out on a date with the one and only 'Cassidy Hart.' He gets up and closes the car door then follows me inside.