I’m too tired to people.
Xeni really liked Mason’s friends, but she’d used up all her smiles that morning chatting with the girls. She knew that if they went out, they’d likely run into more people Mason knew and she just didn’t have the energy for more introductions or explanations.
We can absolutely stay in.
Your place or mine?
A few hours wasn’t enough time to have one of the guest room beds replaced and even though Sable had a pretty big bed in her master bedroom, it would take more than new sheets for Xeni to feel comfortable having sex up there. Especially the kind of freaky sex she hoped she and Mason would get into. There was only one option that would guarantee maximum comfort.
Your place.
7pm. Dress for a night outdoors.
I’ll take care of the mosquitoes.
Xeni sent back the best fist pump gif she could find.
At seven on the dot, she pulled into a parking space behind the cannery. The farm was closed, but she could still see a few people buzzing around closing up the place for the night. Just as she hopped out of the drivers’ seat, Mason came around the side of the cafe.
“Evening, love.”
“Hello.” Xeni went with the feeling that was carrying her feet forward and walked right into his arms. It shouldn't have been so easy, so natural for her to kiss him on sight, but she couldn’t help herself. She stood up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. His lips were so soft and warm, so welcoming, she wondered for a moment if they could skip dinner and get right to the fucking.
Of course her stomach chose that exact moment to let out the craziest growl.
“A wee famished, are we?” Mason laughed.
“I’m starving.”
“Well, follow me right this way.” He took her hand and led her out to the cafe’s patio. All the tables and most of the chairs were stacked neatly to the side. In the center of the patio, there were two tables and two chairs. One table was set for two with a large citronella candle at the center. The other table was filled with what had to be no less than twenty Chinese takeout containers. There were also a few buckets of ice loaded down with beer, champagne and bottled water. Mason had thought of everything.
“Well, this is romantic as fuck,” she smiled up at her date for the evening and gave his hand a light squeeze.
“I jumped the hedge a bit and put in the order without asking what you wanted. Then I panicked and basically ordered everything on their menu. Whatever you don’t want, I’ll eat.”
“Sounds good.”
“You might not remember, but Emma Chen, one of the truant teens who showed up to the memorial?”
“Yeah,” Xeni laughed. Sable really had an interesting assortment of friends.
“Well, this is from her mom’s restaurant downtown, Szechuan Garden.”
“Shit, maybe we should have gone there to dine in tonight. If she was friends with Sable, I want to at least say hello.”
“Monday. It’s across from the jewelers.”
“Perfect. Let’s do it.”
“Please have a seat.” Mason pulled out one of the patio chairs for her.
“Thank you.”
“And what will the lady be drinking this evening?”
“That champagne looks good. Let’s go with that.”
“I think I’ll join you.”
