Sunday, April 15, 2012
Drabble Day 23
"This salad is way over-dressed," he huffs at the waiter. "And my water barely has any ice."
He hasn't said a single please or thank you since we sat. I take this as my cue.
Grabbing my purse, I smile at him.
"I wish I could say this has been delightful, Julian, but I can't. Lose my number, please."
I emphasize the last word, hoping he'll pick up on the reason I've decided to depart mid-meal. What a douche.
On the drive home, I call Ben, my bestie, and rehash all the details, wishing it had been him with me.