Page 57 of Fun Together
She rolls her eyes. “Shut up.”
“When have I ever tricked you before?” I know I push sometimes, but I don’t want her to think I’m ever trying to embarrass her.
“At the coffee shop. Suggesting we have espresso martinis, but really you just wanted to prove a point.”
Was she disappointed about that? I know I set myself up for frustration with that one, putting the thought of a cozy bar date with Faye into my brain. Snuggled up in a corner with our cocktails, talking and flirting with each other. Kind of like right now.
“Sorry if that came across . . . wrong. But I did prove that point, didn’t I?”
“You sure did,” she says with a smug expression. “I’ll be having espresso martinis with Cameron this weekend actually.”
“You’re going to that bar with him this weekend?” I don’t know why this would bother me. It’s not like I staked some kind of claim on espresso martinis in that particular bar.
“Actually, I’m not sure where we’re going. He said he likes to be spontaneous and doesn’t want to plan it too far ahead.”
That’s obviously his way of giving himself an easy out if he needs one, but I don’t say that to her. I also don’t say that she can do better than this guy, especially after seeing the videos he posts. But based on some of the comments I read, some people seem to bereallyinto these latte fondling videos. Is Faye into that, too? “That’s great.”
I guess it’s good that I have the date with Dani this weekend. Maybe that will keep me from focusing too much on how Faye’s date is going.
“We’ll see how it goes,” she says in a way that almost sounds like she isn’t looking forward to it.
I hate that there’s a part of me that wants her to bail on him. But that would be a shitty thing for a friend to be thinking. I should want her to have a good date. “I’m sure you’ll have a great time.”
My phone lights up with a text from my sister.
Evie: Dress code for party is backyard chic. Make sure you look presentable.
I sigh and send her a one-word reply:Unsubscribe
“Everything okay?”
“It’s my sister texting about my parents’ party. What in the world is backyard chic?”
“No idea. Is that the party’s theme?”
“That’s the dress code, apparently. And she thinks I won’t follow it appropriately, I’m sure.”
“What are you planning on wearing?”
“I don’t know, probably something similar to what I have on.”
Faye gestures to my outfit—a white T-shirt and a pair of black athletic shorts—and shakes her head. “I can see why she’s worried, then.” She has the tiniest teasing gleam in her eyes—almost gone as fast as it appeared, but I saw it.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Well, you are single-handedly keeping those Hanes white T-shirts in production.”
I look down at my shirt. “What’s wrong with that? You find something that works, and you stick with it.”
“Okay, but this is a special occasion. You should try to dress up a little.”
“It’s being held in a backyard with plastic tables and chairs. How do I dress up for that?”
She takes a sip of her margarita. Her lips leave a pink impression on the rim of the cup where the salt used to be. “Maybe a linen shirt?”
“I don’t think I own anything like that. Is linen stiff?”I hate wearing uncomfortable, itchy clothes.
She gives me a pitying look, like my lack of fashion knowledge is much worse than she thought. “What are you doing after work tomorrow? I was planning on shopping for something to wear on my date, if you want to come along.”
