Page 26 of Finding Us
I’ve met a lot of forward women in my time, but this one is on a whole other level. “How much have you had to drink tonight?”
“Enough,” she replies with a shrug.
“Hmm.”
“Would you help an old lady in need cross the street?”
“Of course.”
“Have you ever kicked a puppy?”
I bark out a laugh. “No.” The more this chick talks, the more unhinged she becomes.
“A kitten?”
“Never.”
“If you saw a baby bird fall out of its nest, would you put it back?”
“Okay, on that note I’m out.” I’ve reached my limit with this one. When I take a step to the side to leave, she reaches for my arm.
“Don’t go,” she pleads. “We’re getting to the good part.”
“There’s a good part to this insanity?”
“Yes. Can I see your driver’s licence?”
“Why?”
“Because tonight is your lucky night?”
“I’m flattered, honestly, but I’m not interested.” This chick has either been smoking crack, or she’s lost a few marbles. She might be hot, but I don’t do crazy. “I’m here to meet up with a friend and he’s waiting for me.” I look down at my watch to drive my point home.
“Do you think I’m trying to hit on you?”
“You’re not?”
“God no, I’m doing this for my bestie,” she says, jutting her chin towards the corridor her friend disappeared down. “I saw the way you eye-fucked her when she walked away.”
“I’m pretty sure your friend can’t stand me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. We’re BFFs … I know her better than anyone.”
“BFFs?”
“Best friends forever,” she says, rolling her eyes.
I’m twenty-eight, not what I’d call old, but I don’t understand why this generation choose to speak with acronyms instead of fucking words. “You may be best friends, but since she’s never mentioned me to you, how do you know she’s interested?”
She taps her pointer finger against the side of her head. “This isn’t my first rodeo, handsome. When she thinks a guy is hot, she gets all bitchy.”
Interesting.“And how do you know this?”
“BFFs remember … keep up, hot guy.”
“My bad,” I reply, clicking my tongue.
“And besides, that might work in your favour.”
