“Oh, yeah, I'm fine."I'm just standing here naked.
The manager gasps and places his hand on his chest. “I am so sorry. Your waiter became ill, and we let him leave, but he told us his tables were all set. I must have misunderstood him. We thought you had already eaten. I will take care of everything for you right now and have your food out in a few minutes. Dinner is on us tonight, folks. Again, I apologize."
“No worries," Mitch says. “Thank you."
“I didn't realize I had been talking for an hour," I tell him.
“Well, I can't believe what happened in your company this past week. I've never heard of anything so ridiculous. With regard to what Wesley signed, I don't know what the contract looks like, but I hope there is a loophole."
“His attorney couldn't find one," I tell him.
Mitch shakes his head. “Poor guy. His career will be in ruins if that ad goes out."
“Yeah, he's pretty worried."
“Well, I'm happy to give you guys a hand if I can. If Wesley is interested, you can have him get in touch with me. I could always go through the contract to see if his attorney missed anything."
“You're sweet and kind. Thank you for offering to do that."
“It's the least I can do because I don't mean this offensively, but I don't think the two of us would work out. You're not my type, but don't take that the wrong way. You seem like you enjoy having fun and laughing, and I'm a boring routine kind of guy. My friends don't quite understand me, so they intervene a little too often."
“I understand, and I'm not offended at all. I'm happy we met tonight. You're a great guy."
I didn't expect our night to go the way it did, but I had an enlightening time … that's the best way to sum it up. It's nice to have an attorney as a friend, so if that's what I took away from tonight, thengo me. After the food mixup, the hour delay, and slow service to follow, it's eleven, and I'm just stepping back into my apartment. I planned to be home at least an hour ago.
“How did it go?" Layla asks, trying to sound uplifting and hopeful.
“It was fine. We won't be going out again, but he was a nice guy who was not looking to date."
“I thought that would be the result. I'm glad there were no issues," she squeaks and shrugs her shoulders.
“Yeah, it turns out he might be able to help Wesley with his contract."
I locate my phone on my bed, and my heart does a little tumble when I see a few texts from Wesley, checking on me to make sure I'm okay on my set-up-date. The last text says:
Wesley:I'm glad you're having a good time. You deserve it.
I didn't message him, saying I was having a good time. I don't understand, so I respond right away.
Me:I wouldn't call the date a good time. The guy was a dud, but he's an attorney and said he might be able to help you. I should have mentioned you a little less than I did tonight …
A message returns with:
104010430:Return to sender. This caller is not accepting messages.
Well, I didn't see that coming. I knew it was a bad idea to go out on a date while crushing on the milkman.
