“You’re right I’m sorry.”
“Is it too much to ask that you talk to her afterwards or something. You know? Not when you're here out on a date with me?” I roll my eyes as I walk past him. Then I stop, back up a little for good measure, and say, “I mean… you can do whatever you want but if this is going to be a ‘let's fuck other people type of situation’ then let me know so I’m not exclusive with you.”
“Are you exclusive with me?” he asks.
“Yes I'm exclusive with you. Do you not want to be?” I question.
“Yeah I'm… honestly I…”
“Look. Whatever dude. Should I leave so you can talk to her? Cuz I'm not going to sit here waiting for you while you try to butter up your ex-wife. I didn’t realize you still needed her approval.”
“You’re being quite nasty,” Lincoln quips with a smile. There’s no humor in it though.
“I mean to be honest… like… you put her through hell. You're here with me. The person she caught you in bed with… and now you're waiting outside the bathroom for her. Maybe she's taking a shit but if I'm to gamble I'm guessing she's upset.”
Lincoln blinks, telling me everything I need to know. I nod slowly. “Soooo… stop being an asshole and leave her alone. She's clearly moved on with her life so why are you smothering her?”
“How am I smothering her with wanting to make conversation with her?”
“Oh my God you're so fucking dense I can't believe people call you smart,” I roll my eyes.
“I say the same aboutyou.”
“I'm your better half and you know it,” I let a chuckle escape. “Just… I know she must be hurting a lot.”
“I know you're not going to stand here and pretend like you care about my ex-wife.”
“Oh I don't. But I'm just making you aware of how much of an asshole you're being. Not just to her but to me. Leave the girl alone. You made her upset on her shift.”
“No Sarah. YOU made her upset on her shift. You treated her like shit. And no matter what’s going on between me and her, I'm not okay with you talking to her like that. And if that's something that you're going to regularly do then we don't need to be going on dates together,” he says, his smirk faltering, replaced by a look of indignation as he walks away, seemingly back to his table.
Wow.
Well, at least I got him to move.
I head inside the bathroom, hearing sniffling inside one of the stalls. These are pretty big stalls, and there are about three rows of them.
I follow the row with the sniffling sounds.
Pushing the door open, I lower myself onto the toilet that faces the stall to my left.
That must be where Gabby is.
Wipe.
Stand.
Now to touch up my makeup.
I stand as quiet as can be.
The stall behind me unlocks, and out comes the face of Lincoln's nasty ex-wife. Gabrielle looks up at me, her eyes widening only for a fraction of a second before she rolls them away and washes her hands.
I smile coyly.
It's time to start some shit. Gabrielle shouldn’t be anywhere near Lincoln.
“So what made you want to wait tables,” I start the conversation.
