Chapter five:
Nice work, givin him your phone number.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Deanna had been hoping to get more than a sigh from her sister. But then, Samantha was driving, since Deanna had decided that she didn't want to get behind the wheel again until they were somewhere sane.
Samantha was rationalizing like crazy. I just wanted him to be able to get in touch with us, in case-
In case he wanted to stare at you some more? C'mon, dude, he was totally into you. I mean, I even brought him a napkin when he got all misty eyed, and he barely noticed. She leaned back, clasping her hands behind her head. He was tuned into Samantha- TV.
Well, Samantha said, maybe he appreciated somebody not trying so hard.
That was not trying so hard. That was trying normal.
Maybe you woulda had better luck if you gave him your real name. Samantha grinned. I mean, he obviously likes to hold girls Deanna. Or maybe you're not hirsute enough.
Deanna had been hoping Samantha wouldn't bring that up. Not that there was a chance in hell that Samantha wouldn't, but she liked to dream, sometimes. Look, it's just- Then Deanna cut herself off.
There was just no comeback for that, and she was a good enough poker player to know better to lay down than to keep playing. So what's the next step?
You're just embarrassed cause you don't know what hirsute means.
I'm not an idiot, Samantha. It means hairy. Now will you focus for a second? What's our next step?
You're the one carrying on about how he was into me, and I need to focus? Samantha kept going before Deanna could answer that. It's almost six, I think we should head back to Afiri's, see if he's home.