and fast. I worked steadily but quickly. I needed to get in and out as quickly as possible so I could go get that appendix out of that poor old woman.
The afternoon proceeded in the same fashion, I don’t know what it was but everyone seemed to be in some sort of traumatic position on that snowy December day. It wasn’t until 4:00 PM that Steven and I got a chance to take a seat in the cafeteria and have a cup of coffee. We were both exhausted, worn to the bone. We both sat there gathering ourselves before he finally took a breath of relief.
“Rough day, eh?” he said. I rose my eyebrow in response and continued sipping my coffee. “What’s up your ass?” he asked defensively.
“Just life, Steve. It gets old.”
“No, we get old, friend. And we aren’t going to get any younger either. Cheers to growing old together?” I rose my Styrofoam cup to tap his and I smiled for the first time that day. Steve always knew how to cheer me up.
“What are you doing tonight? Netflix and takeout at my place?” I asked.
“No ma’am. We are going out tonight.”
“Oh yeah? Where are we going?” I asked curiously. I knew he was up to something.
“Well, you see… There’s this girl…”
“And you want me to wingman for you. No way. I thought we were done dating for a while.” I complained.
“Come on, Amanda. I’m nervous to go talk to her alone. Just come.”
“Aren’t you scared I’ll steal her away from you?” I teased.
“Nice try, but she’s straight. The guy at the bar told me she just got out of a divorce with a dude and isn’t ready to start dating again. I think I can change that.”
“Cocky much?”
“Never cocky, always confident,” Steve responded with a wink. I rolled my eyes and we proceeded out the door.
Chapter 3
When I returned home I decided to get dressed up myself. My blonde hair laid down flat against my forehead, each hair carefully placed with styling matte. I sprayed myself with my most alluring cologne and fixed my watch on my wrist
Although I wasn’t big on makeup, I liked the way mascara made my blue eyes pop so I applied a few coats before heading out the door. Who knows, maybe there would be a cute girl there and we could hit it off. Maybe I would be selfish, bring her home for a night.
When I met Steve at the club I barely recognized him. His messy sandy hair was suddenly clean cut and he wore a black button up with some dark tailored jeans. I swore under my breath- we could be twins other than the fact that my black shirt was a v neck.
“Damnnnn. Who is that hottie?” I teased.
“You look pretty good yourself, Amanda. Are you sure you’re not trying to steal my girl?” he smirked.
“Judging on your taste of women she probably isn’t hot enough for my standards.”
“Ouch!” he responded, shaking his hand as if it were on fire.
When we walked in to the club, I was somewhat hesitant. It was a tiny hole in the wall with a small bar that sat 6 people. The stage was hardly big enough for one performer, let alone a band or group. Most of the real estate was on the floor, with at least 20 round tables and two rows of chairs just in front of the stage.
I couldn’t imagine them getting that many people in here to watch a few failed musicians and sad poets. It’s not that I didn’t appreciate the arts- I did. What I didn’t appreciate was people who lived on false hope and didn’t work towards their goals. I went to school for 15 years to get my degree.
By the time we sat down at a table there were maybe 15 other people wandering around claiming tables. Needless to say, I had pretty low expectations for this girl we were about to watch. By the time the performers started coming on stage, I'd had enough drinks to have a pretty good buzz. It seemed to be some kind of open-mic night. Most were singers, there were a few instrument soloists and two bands. They
The afternoon proceeded in the same fashion, I don’t know what it was but everyone seemed to be in some sort of traumatic position on that snowy December day. It wasn’t until 4:00 PM that Steven and I got a chance to take a seat in the cafeteria and have a cup of coffee. We were both exhausted, worn to the bone. We both sat there gathering ourselves before he finally took a breath of relief.
“Rough day, eh?” he said. I rose my eyebrow in response and continued sipping my coffee. “What’s up your ass?” he asked defensively.
“Just life, Steve. It gets old.”
“No, we get old, friend. And we aren’t going to get any younger either. Cheers to growing old together?” I rose my Styrofoam cup to tap his and I smiled for the first time that day. Steve always knew how to cheer me up.
“What are you doing tonight? Netflix and takeout at my place?” I asked.
“No ma’am. We are going out tonight.”
“Oh yeah? Where are we going?” I asked curiously. I knew he was up to something.
“Well, you see… There’s this girl…”
“And you want me to wingman for you. No way. I thought we were done dating for a while.” I complained.
“Come on, Amanda. I’m nervous to go talk to her alone. Just come.”
“Aren’t you scared I’ll steal her away from you?” I teased.
“Nice try, but she’s straight. The guy at the bar told me she just got out of a divorce with a dude and isn’t ready to start dating again. I think I can change that.”
“Cocky much?”
“Never cocky, always confident,” Steve responded with a wink. I rolled my eyes and we proceeded out the door.
Chapter 3
When I returned home I decided to get dressed up myself. My blonde hair laid down flat against my forehead, each hair carefully placed with styling matte. I sprayed myself with my most alluring cologne and fixed my watch on my wrist
Although I wasn’t big on makeup, I liked the way mascara made my blue eyes pop so I applied a few coats before heading out the door. Who knows, maybe there would be a cute girl there and we could hit it off. Maybe I would be selfish, bring her home for a night.
When I met Steve at the club I barely recognized him. His messy sandy hair was suddenly clean cut and he wore a black button up with some dark tailored jeans. I swore under my breath- we could be twins other than the fact that my black shirt was a v neck.
“Damnnnn. Who is that hottie?” I teased.
“You look pretty good yourself, Amanda. Are you sure you’re not trying to steal my girl?” he smirked.
“Judging on your taste of women she probably isn’t hot enough for my standards.”
“Ouch!” he responded, shaking his hand as if it were on fire.
When we walked in to the club, I was somewhat hesitant. It was a tiny hole in the wall with a small bar that sat 6 people. The stage was hardly big enough for one performer, let alone a band or group. Most of the real estate was on the floor, with at least 20 round tables and two rows of chairs just in front of the stage.
I couldn’t imagine them getting that many people in here to watch a few failed musicians and sad poets. It’s not that I didn’t appreciate the arts- I did. What I didn’t appreciate was people who lived on false hope and didn’t work towards their goals. I went to school for 15 years to get my degree.
By the time we sat down at a table there were maybe 15 other people wandering around claiming tables. Needless to say, I had pretty low expectations for this girl we were about to watch. By the time the performers started coming on stage, I'd had enough drinks to have a pretty good buzz. It seemed to be some kind of open-mic night. Most were singers, there were a few instrument soloists and two bands. They
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