Page 25 of Baby, It's You
Oh shit. He switched up quickly. “Makes sense, man,” I respond, putting my hands up in surrender.
“The only reason why I'm even talking to you right now is because I have a good feeling about you,” Rob continues. “My intuition is usually right.”
“Thank you,” I tell him. It feels nice to know that Rob is rooting for us in some sense.
“Alright. Well, I’m headed back inside, bud.” He claps me on the back. “Appreciate you talking with me. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Sounds good, thanks again, Rob.”
He nods a final time and heads back towards the bar. I turn away and walk to my truck. The dude is intimidating to say theleast. He has nothing to worry about, though. The only thing I want is to make Olive happy; she owes me nothing in return.
When I get back to my house, I’m relieved to see that Dennis’s car isn’t in the driveway. The last thing I want is his company when I’m trying to edit skate footage today.
As soon as I unlock my front door, Dog is there to greet me. I pick her up and give her a kiss on the top of her head, but she quickly leaps out of my arms and saunters off. That’s her social battery for today.
Suddenly, my stomach rumbles and I realize I never ate lunch, so I walk to the kitchen to make something. Once I get there, I see a note sitting on the kitchen table. I scoop it up and read.
HUNTURD,
Went out to meet with my bitcoin guy. I don’t have a phone still after Ivy caused me to smash mine. Will be back later tonight, maybe with a chick? Don’t wait up.
I roll my eyes and throw the note in the trash. He is the human version of a fedora. I don’t understand how any woman sleeps with him.
Also, Dennis trying to blame Ivy for him throwing and breaking his own phone because of his poor anger management skills? Ridiculous. Ivy seemed pretty normal from the few minutes that I talked with her. So, what kind of spell did he put her under? If Dennis is her taste in men, I’m kind of scared of what her taste in best friends is. I shake off the thought of a female version of Dennis.
My phone rings in my back pocket and I see Eddie is calling. I hit the accept button and rest my cell on my shoulder while opening the fridge door.
“Hello?” I answer.
“Hunter! How’s it going, man? Are you back in town?”
“Yup, just flew in last night,” I respond, sniffing some takeout on the middle shelf. I gag at the smell and toss it in the trash.
“How was Skate Park of Tampa?”
“It was sick. Nice to have an indoor park to film in.”
“I bet. I saw the new video of Colby Brunn you posted today. Dude is insane.”
“I know, the kid is oozing talent. I felt lucky to film him.” I grab some yogurt and accept the fact that I just need to go grocery shopping.
“Who are you filming next?” Eddie asks.
“I’m actually going to be staying in town for a little while. I have a new project I’m going to work on here.”
“Oh, cool. Why so mysterious?”
“I just worked out the details today,” I say. “I’m going to make a documentary series about a local bar that's at risk of closing.”
“That’s something new for sure,” he agrees. “What made you decide on that?”
I clear my throat. “I just liked Whiskey Jane’s when we went and when I heard they might be closing, I wanted to help the bartender save it.”
“Wait, they’re closing? You’re trying to help the bartender? The one you knocked out? Is she okay? She wants to buy it?” he asks rapid-fire questions then stops. “Oh shit, you like her.”
I can feel his smile on the other end of the line.
“Did you take your Adderall today?” I joke. Eddie has a serious case of ADHD.
