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I tug hard at his jacket “What are you doing here?”

“I sent you a text, many as a matter of fact.” he says.

“I saw them. I thought they could wait since I’m on a date” I say through a false smile.

“The purpose of a text is to receive a reply in minutes,” Rhet retorts.

“Okay. Still you could have waited.” I reply

I can hear York clearing his throat “Zeeta who is this?”

Both Rhet and I ignore him. I was shocked some seconds ago, but now I’m pissed. I can feel my nails biting into my palm.

“If I wanted to wait, I would have written you a fucking letter and sent it via US postal service for five ninety-nine.” Rhet shouts.

“Actually, it’s more like fifty-five cents,” I reply

Rhet pauses rubs his forehead “What is fifty-five cents?”

I smirk “The US postal, service that’s cost of sending a letter.”

Rhet nose flairs and mouth tightens “Do I look like I give a fuck Zee?”

I shrug as I reach for my phone sending Penny a text to come get me.

Her reply comes quickly “Be there in 5.”

“We are leaving.” Rhet dips into his pocket and throws money on the table.

“I am leaving but I am not leaving with you.” I retort

York leans forward holding the sides of the table “Would you like me to call security?”

“Who the fuck is this guy? Zeeta Really?” Rhet turns his attention to York.

York slams his hands on the table, stands up and steps into Rhet space. A normal person would have shied away. However, Rhet throws his head back and laughs.

He wipes his eyes and taps York’s shoulder, “Listen Bob.”

“My name is not Bob.” York explains.

“No, it’s Bob. I admire …whatever this is. But I’m a true disciple of fuck around find out,” Rhet pauses as he looks around the room. “Have you met Miley?” Rhet calls over a beautiful woman in a sparkly teal dress from the bar.

“Miley this is Zeeta, and Bob. Have a seat.” Rhet turns to Miley as he makes introductions.

Miley goes around the table and sits “You must be “the girl.” You have to teach me your ways,” she wiggles her eyebrows at me.

“What?” I’m starting to feel like I am in the Twilight Zone. Rhet just stands to side of me overseeing it all.

My phone buzzes and I look down at it.“I am outside. The valet took my car. A freaking valet”

“Are you ready to leave?” Rhet asks

“Yes, but not with you. I will call you York. I do apologize for this.” I grab my clutch and my phone. York reaches over, takes my hand and kisses it “The pleasure was all mine”.

I give him the biggest smile as he drops my hand. He has guts I’ll give him that.

“He has a fucking death wish.” Rhet grumbles.

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