14.
Daisy
After my second cup of green tea, I had to pee, so I left Caroline and Ian at the table, waiting for our food. We’d gotten some sake, too, though I’d only had one cup so far, and my face felt pleasantly flushed and everything seemed to be going so well that I grinned like a fool all the way across the dining room and into the restroom.
As I was standing there washing my hands, the bathroom stall next to the one I’d just been in opened and a girl stepped out. She was probably around my age, athletic and pretty with long brown hair and large blue eyes. I could tell she was looking at me in the big mirror as we stood there, running water over our hands. I looked up and caught her eye; she looked away.
I was just reaching to turn the water off when she spoke.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean for this to sound weird, but
. . . is that your boyfriend?” she finally said. “That guy you’re with out there?”
“Um . . . yeah,” I said. “He is.”
“Oh, okay.” She smiled. “That’s what I figured. You guys have this really great
energy. But I’m asking because my friend thinks he’s so hot, but I didn’t want her to make a fool of herself by asking
him out.”
“Well, that’s nice of you,” I said. “But . . . yeah. Sorry. He’s taken.”
“I told her he was. But couldn’t hurt to ask.” She shut the faucet off and stepped around me to get the paper towels. She pulled one out of the dispenser, handed it to me, then took another for herself.
“Thanks,” I said.
“No problem. You guys have a good night.”
“We will; you too.”
She left the bathroom and I finished drying my hands off, then balled the paper towel up and tossed it into the trash. Had that just happened? Did a stranger just approach me to ask about my boyfriend? Who wasn’t actually my boyfriend, but he wasn’t not my boyfriend, either.
I walked back out into the dining room, past the table that girl was sitting at with two other friends. I tried to figure out which one it was that had wanted to ask Ian out, but I had no clue. Really, for all I knew, it could’ve been the girl in the bathroom who was really interested in him and she was just saying it like that because she didn’t want me to know it was her. She caught my eye as I walked past and gave me a little smile; I returned it, feeling almost giddy. These sorts of things just didn’t happen to me, but it seemed like since I’d met Ian, I was getting to experience all sorts of new things.
As I approached our table, I could see Caroline, laughing at something Ian had just said. I slowed my gait down, just to watch him for a moment. He really was incredibly gorgeous, the sort of physical perfection that made you stop and stare and wondered how on earth it was that someone could be put together that well.
“Thought you got lost,” he said when I finally made it
back to the table. He nodded in front of him. “Our food has arrived.”
It certainly had. The waitress had brought out two huge platters, arranged
artfully with half a dozen different sushi rolls and sashimi. There were also
bowls of seaweed salad and steaming miso soup, and then Ian’s salmon teriyaki.
“Wow,” I said. “It looks delicious.”
Caroline had her chopsticks in hand and was stabbing at a green slab of wasabi. “I dare you to eat this whole thing,” she said to Ian.
“You know, in my youth, I might have taken you up on such a thing,” he said. “But now I’d like to at least think I’m a little wiser.”
“Suit yourself,” she said with a shrug.
Even though we’d all had some sake with dinner, I thought that after we might all go out and get a drink. I didn’t even really care if I had another drink—I was already feeling the tiniest bit buzzed—I was just really enjoying myself and didn’t want the night to end. But when I suggested it, Caroline shook her head.
“I can’t,” she said.
“Really?” I asked. “Even just for a little bit? I’m having so much fun with you guys; I don’t want the night to be over yet.”
“Sorry, Daisy,” she said. “I’ve got a big deadline coming up, and I’ve got to get up early tomorrow to meet with a client. Another time, though.”
“Well, it was a pleasure to finally meet you,” Ian
said. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around.”
Caroline smiled. “Great,” she said, coming over to give me a hug. “Call me
later, okay?”
“Will do,” I said.
I waved as she walked off, leaving Ian and me standing there. He looked down at me. “So you’re not ready for the night to end,” he said.
“No, I’m not. But . . .
if it has to, I understand.”
“It doesn’t have to. Why don’t we go back to your place?”
And just the way he said it, I knew that we were going to have sex, and the
thought of it sent a tingling happiness through my whole body.