Page 35 of Love Undiscovered
“What’s happening Saturday?” Kat asks.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I have a date.”
“Really?” Her eyes widen. “With who?”
“I refer back to my earlier comment about what is and what is not your business.”
“Come on, Bauer. We’re friends. Friends talk. Tell me!”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do! Come on. You can tell me,” she says.
“No,” I say. “I mean I don’t know who I’m going on the date with.”
“How do you not know?” she asks.
“I know you’ve been out of the dating pool for a while, Cookie. But traditionally when one has a date with someone they don’t know, it’s called a blind date.”
“Oh!” she gasps. “You have a blind date on Saturday?”
“Yes.”
“A blind date?” she asks, repeating herself.
“Uh, we’ve covered this,” I say.
She gets this weird look on her face. One that’s like a combination of wonderment and cunning.
“Why do you look like that?”
“Who’s setting you up?” she asks back.
“My buddy, Alex.”
She bursts out laughing. Like laughing so hard she’s doubled over and snorting like a pig.
I start laughing just because she’s laughing. But I truly don’t know why we’re laughing.
She finally calms down, but she’s laughed so hard that tears are streaming down her face, her eye makeup smudging on her cheeks. I’ll never understand why girls wear all that shit on their face.
“Uh, you got a, uh...” I gesture toward her face, point to my eyes, and then back to her face. She swipes under her eyes with her finger and looks at the black that has streaked along the side.
“Oh my God, that’s just amazingly delicious,” she says. “Oh my God.”
“What?” I ask.
“I’ll be right back,” she says. “I need to use the restroom and text Lexie.”
“Okay.”
She’s much more composed when she returns.
“What was that all about?” I ask.
“Nothing.”
“Oh, I get it, I have to tell you mine, but you don’t have to tell me yours?” I ask.
