Page 22 of Last Call Lindy Hop
“Lemme see,” I replied, holding out my hand for her handwritten slip. “Maybe I can figure it out.”
Josh laughed and passed it over the divider. “Good luck. I already went to Mack with it, and he said to just wait on her.”
I studied the paper and groaned. The numbers followed by an ‘x’ were the easy part, but the rest was a mystery. “Is that a triangle?” I asked.
“I think so. Do we sell triangles?”
“Not that I know of.”
“And now you know why I’m waiting.”
“She’ll probably think this was crystal clear too,” I muttered, handing the paper back over. Then I made a note of where I was in my own paperwork. “I guess I can spare a minute or two. What do you need?”
He grinned. “Interested in a double date on Friday?”
I flipped him off. “You can fuck right off with that.”
“Come on!” he begged. “I’ve been trying to get this girl to go out with me for weeks, and she finally agreed, but then she suddenly said that we should do a double date. Apparently her single friend talked her into it, and now it’s a double or nothing situation.”
“Well you’ll just have to find somebody else.”
“But I already talked you up.”
“Too bad. I’ve already told you that you’re not allowed to set me up anymore.”
“Please,” he begged. “Iris—the girl I’m trying to date—promises me that her friend is cute and fun.”
I sighed and tried to imagine what cute and fun might look like, but instead Lance’s face came to mind, and the tiny smiles I’d been able to coax from him.
I shook my head. “Sorry man, you’re gonna need to find another victim.”
“But you’re like the only single guy I know.”
“Nope, I’ve been burned on your bad setups too many times. I ain’t doin’ it anymore.”
He huffed. “Well fuck, what am I supposed to do now?”
“Seems to me you have three options: find another victim, convince your date that double dates are a bad idea—I mean how many times are people third and fourth wheels anyway—or give up on the date entirely.”
“I wish you would come.”
“As my dad loves to say: shit in one hand and wish in the other. See which fills up first.”
“Argh!” he cried, disappearing back into his own cubicle. “Fine.”
“You know I’m gonna tell Amber and everybody else that you tried to rope me into another blind date, right?”
“Please don’t.”
“Seems only fair. I mean we all made fun of all your bad matches after Cassidy. You might have gotten the hint after that.”
“I hate you.”
“And that’s why we’re friends. Now check your email and see if Rosalyn has clarified her code this time. I’ve got work to do.”
He huffed, but the sound of typing soon filtered over the divider.
I chuckled under my breath at his attempt then picked up my own work again.
