Page 78 of Fun Together
She nods to the glass of wine and takes a smug sip of her own.
“You excited for your interview?” Eli asks. He pushed my resume along and the team decided they’d like to interview me next week.
“I haven’t had an interview in so long. I’m honestly terrified.”
“We can do a practice interview beforehand if you want,” he offers.
“That would be great,” I say.
Rett gives my foot another stomp and I ignore her.
We finish our food, and I’m prepared to call it a night when Eli says, “Let’s go check out the band.”
“I think we’re leaving soon,” I say.
“I don’t think so,” he says matter of factly.
“Excuse me?”
“You can’t leave already.” He walks behind my chair and leans down by my ear, “That’s not something Fun Faye would do.”
I look up into his smirking face. “Fine, but I’m not dancing.”
We get up and weave our way through the crowd. “Sure, whatever you say.”
“I’m serious, Eli. You will not get me out on that dance floor.”
The band area is packed, and I spot a few people from the marketing team belting “Don’t Stop Believing.” I need to get out of here.
Rett has her phone out with a look of concern on her face. “What’s wrong?” I ask.
“I have five missed calls from my dad. Are you good for a minute? I should call him back.”
“Of course. I hope everything is okay.”
The song ends and the band begins to play “My Girl.” Eli holds his hand out to me. “Alright Fun Faye, let’s go.”
Panic flares and I shake my head so hard my thoughts rattle. “No.”
But Eli, being Eli, doesn’t give up that easily. He smiles at me and I almost feel my defenses start to crumble. “Yes.”
“I’ll dance to the next one, I promise.” A lie and he knows it.
“Two minutes. You’ll dance with me for two minutes.”
I quickly weigh my options. Either I wait for the next song, which could be something worse, or I suck it up through this one.
“One minute.”
“Ninety seconds.” He smiles and he’s so handsome and it makes me want to say yes. It makes me want to do more than just dancing.
“Fine, but I’m setting a timer on my phone.”
He beams in victory. “Deal.”
“And, starting it now,” I say, opening the app on my phone and starting the timer. He grabs my hand and pulls me over to the dance floor. I bring my other hand up to his shoulder to assume the classic slow dancing position.He guides us into a rocking motion.
“You look beautiful,” he says by my ear, causing the little wisps of hair on my temple to tremble. We’re about the same height when I’m wearing these heels.
