“What?”
“He’s bumblebeeing you.”
I’m still confused.
She sighs like I should be getting this reference.
“Bumblebee, the bright yellow car. His voice box was messed up, so he communicates through his radio. Jax is bumblebeeing you.”
“Maybe, but it’s nice. He’ll say it when he’s ready.
She smacks her lips. “So Tony and I are headed down to South Carolina this weekend to look at some wedding venues.”
“You’re getting married at home?”
“I don’t know. We’re still up in the air about here, or at home, or even on a remote island with a few close people.”
“Does Emmett know?”
“Yea. I’m pretty sure I’ve been talking to him more than you lately. It’s just under a year which is crazy to think. There’s so much planning left to do.”
“I know. But as much as you have talked about this since we were little, I would have assumed you had it all planned out.”
“Yea… but now it’s real. Emmett said he will go wherever I need him to go. I then jumped into his arms and told him I loved him. He laughed and sat me back down. He’s a good one, kid.”
“Kid?”
“Well, being engaged makes me feel like I’m adulting more. Do you think the guys would propose to you?”
“Lizzy. We’ve been over this before. I can’t exactly get married to four guys,” I whisper the last part.
“They could still put a ring on it. Fuck, put four. OMG I would be so jealous. Not really, but maybe a little. Just kidding. I wouldn’t be. I don’t think. It’s hard to say. I’d have to see the rings first.”
“Are you done now?”
“Yes. I suppose I am.”
We order our food and talk about Allure and theme nights to get more business, especially more female clientele. Lizzy loved my themed book club sex club night. She called it book sex club squared, or BSC squared, or BCSC. She rambled for at least five minutes on the possible names.
“You know what bothers me?” she bursts randomly.
“There are so many things, it’s hard to say,” I answer, deadpan.
She narrows her eyes at me. “This.” She holds up her drink.
“Your drink bothers you?”
“No.”
“I’m so confused.”
“Why can I drink a drink, but I can’t food a food?”
“Oh, is that where we are today?”
“Yes.”
“I see.” I pinch my lips together in a hard line.
