Page 62 of Fun Together
I nod. “Mm-hmm.”
“Seriously. This new stuff? Painful. There’s no emotion behind it, you know?”
“Totally. I love music that you can just reallyfeelin your soul.”
“Exactly. I saw them last year at . . .” his voice fades into the background as I discreetly check my phone.
Rett: I’m assuming you’re not strung up on a meat hook in that place.
Faye: Stop watching Peaky Blinders.
Rett: How’s it going?
Faye: Fine?
Rett: Want me to come get you?
Faye: No, I think I’ll stick it out.
I take a bite of my duck in some sort of red wine something or other. It’s sad, but I’ve been more engrossed in the food than my date.
Faye: The food is amazing at least.
“. . . a real spiritual experience.”
“Wow, that sounds amazing. Are you just a music fan or do you play, too?”
“My band is actually playing a show this weekend. You should come.”
“Oh yeah? What’s your band called?”
I’m guessing a string of nonsensical words or a reference to a random historical figure.
“Lobotomy Beach.”
Close enough. “Maybe I’ll swing by if I’m not busy.” It feels like the right thing to say, even if I have zero interest in finding out what his band sounds like.
We finish up our meal and he leads me back outside. It’s a muggy night, but you almost feel the first whispers of fall in the air.
“Thank you again for coming tonight,” he says, stepping so close to me that we’re practically toe to toe. Is he going to try to kiss me?
Do I want him to kiss me?
“It was . . . interesting. Can’t say I’ve ever eaten French food next to an auto body shop before.”
“You’re funny,” he says, leaning down to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. I resist the urge to shy away from his touch. “What are your plans for the rest of the night?”
“I should probably get home to my . . .” I scramble trying to think of an excuse to leave. I think I have an idea of where Cameron wants the night to go, but I’ve decided I don’t want to go there with him. “Squirrels.”
He, rightfully so, looks confused. “Your squirrels?”
I pull out my phone to request the Uber. My driver is five minutes away. “Yeah, they can’t be left alone for too long.” It’s technically true. What if they finally manage to work their way through my ceiling? Someone should be there to monitor the situation.
“Okay . . .” He still seems uncertain, but accepts the answer. “Can I see you again?”
“Sure? I’d like that?” Am I asking him or me?
He pulls me in for a hug but doesn’t let go as he looks down at me. Here it comes, the first kiss I’ve had since Andrew. I find myself bracing for impact as he brings his mouth down to mine. The kiss is fine, but I had hoped for something sweeter, the two of us in perfect sync.
