"That's sweet of you, don't you think Carl?"
I looked up blankly at each of them - Sidney looked like she'd very much prefer to yeet herself out the window than keep up with the conversation while an unaware and completely charming Anita was eager to know my opinion. The thing was, I never listened.
"Yeah. Sure," I smiled with my teeth closed.
She beamed and chirped in high pitch. "I knew you'd understand," then continued stroking my wrist with her thumb. Sidney chugged at her Bordeaux - irked.
The chat continued and this time, I was half-listening. My mind was elsewhere. Every two minutes to three, I'd look over to the door - willing it to open and for him to come through it. I'd feel my blood heat up whenever I hear it open and glance up quickly just to see it was another customer.
He wouldn't come.
Sidney too, consulted her watch for the umpteenth time, worry flashed through her features - brows sweaty. "He promised to be here half an hour ago, it's past eight-thirty now."
Her tone held annoyance underneath.
Beside me, Anita chimed. "The post office is busy most evenings. Perhaps due to the transportation services since the subway train at Montreal broke down. Be patient, he'd come soon," she then reached out for my hands on the table, taking it with her and placing hers below it. The food steamed on their plates - my eyes darting to the spicy chicken laps a few meters away on a platter - the steam activating my salivation.
My stomach gurgled.
I'm hungry.
She noticed my queasiness. "But we can go on without him right?" She stroked my wrist in circular motions. Sidney shook her head in disagreement. "Oh no, we'd have to wait for him," She got up and sauntered to the door to wait - looking like a bride who'd been abandoned on the altar.
I internally gulped at my companion who chuckled silently, her left palm falling to my thighs. "Now we're alone."
Sometimes I do wonder how sniffs like Anita truly reasoned. I'm pretty sure I've given her enough signs for her to get it into her thick big skull that I'm undeniably rainbows. But bitch got a thin brain.
My head burned as I searched for something, someone, anything to get me off her poisonous hook. My rescuer came soon enough - the sturdy, good looking brown-haired waiter from earlier resurfaced and beamed at me - it's prominent effects being sharp short tingles to rush down my spine. Now up close I couldn't deny his considerable beauty, one that reminded me of Carter - ugh, why am I thinking about that sleuth right now, I needed to focus on how I'd escape the octopus plastered on my side right now. "Hey, sunshine. Care for a Lemondrop," his tone was velvety, not too deepened by young adulthood. "It's on me if you wanna."
His killer smile widened, becoming highly contagious. I tried not to grin like a fool.
"Su-"
My response was interrupted by Anita's clutch on my wrist which tightened to an extent when I just had to wince. She growled and spat out. "What the heck?! You're hitting on my man right in front of me?" her eyes bulged in menace.
I blinked at her for the latter part then attempted wriggling my hands away but her long talons - a shitty excuse for nails dug into them, her lips smashing against mine in one quick heartbeat. I muffled a protest as a sickening repulsion shoots forth and dispersed all over my body. She ran her minty tongue over my bottom lip seeking for entrance which I denied. I was numb to her advances, unfazed by her touch and drudgery but she wouldn't back down. She fumbled with my top button and when it came loose, she attacked my neck. I just sat back awkwardly and thanked the heavens - but Sidney more for saving us a spot in a secluded area, away from much-prying eyes. Slowly, my discomfort turned to resilience, and resilience turned to full-blown hate.
My eyes flicked back to the waiter - discovering him gone. Humph, there goes my one chance where someone was truly interested in me for once.
Interested really in who I am. I might murder Sidney after this.
She suddenly pulled away - panting like a seething pig. Her once calm hair was now up in frenzied streaks. Lawd, did she pull at it or what? Her cheeks were flushed, the color in them vibrant as she giggled in triumph. I took hold of a paper tissue then wiped the spittle off my face - my eyes strayed to the door once more where Sidney still stood hugging...him!
I blinked twice, stunned.
He looked... delicious. I needed to get out of here fast.
Drowning out Anita's irritating voice, I got up abruptly - taking long loud strides towards the restroom. I needed to brace myself, to regain my composure. He was extremely attractive tonight. So attractive that I couldn't survive it, I wouldn't. Gelled dark hair was strewn backward, lips thinned, and very much reddened... He looked each inch as he was in every wet dream of mine. It sucks right? I'm hopeless.
Leaning over the pedestal sink, I take one swift look at myself in the mirror, idly pushing my auburn locks backward and sighed.
I felt scrawny, skinnier than I'd ever been.
Nothing attractive.
Agitated, I scowled when I detected a large purple hickey spot just above my collarbone.
But the spitting image of the one who did it made me cringe even more. Ew.
Cursing aloud when the lights suddenly go off, I started around frantically, scared and not quite sure where to go. I turned swiftly when the door opened up ahead and a figure steps in then involuntarily shut it back. I gasped in blind fright and rushed forward, unhealthy thoughts infiltrating my mind, my skull colliding into a buff chest - propelling me backward from the impact, my shoes screeched as I slip - a strong arm wrapped around my slim waist in an attempt to hoist me upwards but the friction beneath my shoes betray me as I crashed onto the floor, but first as a heavy waist descends on me - trapping me underneath - my fingers filtering through slippery gelled hair and soft luscious lips clumps together with mine.
Oh no.