“Then it’ll be something new for both of us.”
I nodded. “I like that.”
“Bet. Let’s do it.”
Bishop threw his car in reverse and backed out. I watched him as he drove through the city, one hand on the steering wheel the other tapping on the gear shift.
I noticed the way he checked his mirrors. It wasn’t the way I’d seen other people do it. I didn’t think he was paranoid but he was definitely more aware of his surroundings than a lot of people that I knew.
I filed that away for later.
“Would you want me to open your door?” I asked after a moment of silence.
“What?” Bishop’s eyebrows knitted together as he looked at me.
“You ran around to open my door and I don’t need that kind of shit, but would you want me to do it for you?”
“Nah.” He shook his head.
“What about flowers?”
“I’m good on that too.”
“Alright. I’ll keep that in mind,” I nodded as I made my mental note.
Bishop had made a reservation in advance so as soon as we arrived we headed inside and were gestured upstairs to the the top floor and into a far back section. Although there was a good amount of people in the building, the third floor was mostly empty and I wondered briefly if Bishop had called in a family favor or if we’d just gotten lucky, but I didn’t think about it too long.
We picked out the clubs we wanted to use, set everything up and despite stating that we were going to hangout somewhere where drinks weren’t a necessity we got a pitcher of beer with our wings and fries.
I ended up being a natural at Topgolf. Bishop wasn’t bad but he started off rocky and it was obvious, at least to me, that there was a part of him that was worried about how he was perceived.
We went through only one game, which I won, before we collapsed in the seating with the wings and beer on the table in front of us.
“You want a rematch?” I chuckled from behind my beer.
“Hell yeah, I want a rematch. I can’t just let you walk away with the win.”
“So, you’re competitive?”
“With three other brothers, one being a twin, you have to be.”
“That’s real.”
“So, you’re not competitive?”
“Not with others.”
“So you’re hard on yourself?”
“I am.”
“Yeah, well me too.”
“I can tell.” I chuckled and Bishop smirked.
“Maybe we can work on that.”
“There you go with the we again.” I took a drink of my beer. “I kind of like it.”
