Her cheeks instantly turned red as she lowered her head. “Thank you.”
“Are you feeling okay?”
“Yes, why?”
“I don’t want you almost passing out on me again.” I admitted.
“It was one time.” She rolled her eyes in her bratty little way that I was slowly becoming addicted to.
“One time too many.”
“I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”
“Doesn’t mean you should have to.”
“Calm down, Grumpy.”
“Okay, Little Fighter.” I challenged her.
Once again, the waitress saved us from whatever bratty comment Emma was about to give me. She ordered a salad, while I ordered a steak. It was overpriced for a place like this and would probably be overcooked, but it had to be better than the shitty frozen meal I made earlier. Plus, I didn’t have to cook it. As we waited for our food, Emma rolled her eyes at my choice and commented on how, of course, I ordered the most expensive thing on the menu. I shrugged it off, not really caring. After spending all day doing manual labor, I was hungry and going to eat.
“So you’re telling me you never treat yourself?” I replied.
“Oh, I do. But not at places like this where they’d just fuck up my order.”
“You picked this place!” I laughed.
“It’s close to where I live. In case you got weird on me, I could make a quick escape.”
“I think I proved that I would take care of you.” I’m not sure why I said that or why I was so fast to answer with that. Maybe I was trying to impress her, or maybe I just wanted to make sure she knew I meant that. Either way, the words were out before I could stop them.
“You brought your voice tonight. I’m not sure I’ve heard you talk so much.” She laughed.
“You’re easy to talk to.”
“Why do you act like an asshole all the time?”
“So many questions tonight.” I muttered.
“Isn’t that what dates are for?”
“I suppose. Never really been on one.”
“You have never been on a date?” She looked shocked. I’m not sure why.
“Not really, not in this way.”
“That’s because youjustfuck,” she huffed.
“Correct.”
The waitress brought our food, and I think she needed a bigger tip for the way she kept saving my ass. I was failing at this completely. Emma’s face fell as she looked down on her pitiful salad.
Three
Emma
This was going fucking terribly. I should have known better than to ever think a guy like Connor Easton would want to have anything to do with me. Despite thinking this was a pity date to begin with, I wanted to believe that things could be different and he would prove me wrong about him. At this point I just wanted to finish my soggy salad and go home.
