I send the text before looking at the time.
“Holy shit. Is it really only eight o’clock?”
Elliot: Still awake? I may be old, but I’m not THAT old.
Me: I didn’t realize the time when I sent that.
Elliot: Feeling that good, huh?
Me: I think you could make me feel better.
Elliot: Come here and find out.
Gia makes her way back to me after a few moments.
“How much longer are we going to be here?” I ask.
She looks at me, then to my phone, then back at me. “Booty call?”
“Something like that.”
“Let’s finish our food and our drinks, then we can go.”
I type out my next text excitedly.
Me: I’ll be there soon.
Elliot: Where are you? I’ll send a car.
Me: Not necessary.
Elliot: It’s Saturday night. I’d prefer you to be with someone trusted.
Me: I don’t need you paying for me.
Elliot: Then I’ll pick you up myself.
Elliot: Where are you?
“What’s wrong?” Gia asks before taking a large bite of her half of the burger.
“Elliot wants to pick me up.”
Her eyes go wide, and she nods, forcing a swallow. “Yes. So much yes. I want to meet him!”
“Oh no.” I shake my head. “Bad idea.”
“What? Why?” she pouts.
“Cause you’re… drunk.” I gesture toward her.
“So are you!”
I think about that for a quick second then say, “Yeah, good point.”
“Come on, Sera. I just wanna meet the guy. Please!” Her bottom lip pops out and I can’t help but give in to her.
“Fine, but don’t do anything weird or embarrassing.”
