“Right, well, good luck with that. You guys good if I leave?” I’m in no mood to wait around here any longer.
“Where you going?” CJ asks.
“I’ve got a dinner date,” I tell them.
“A date? You don’t date,” Alfie points out.
“It’s with Imogen, idiot.”
He’s right. I don’t date, but I do make sure I take my little sister out to dinner at least once a week. I’ve been doing this since I was thirteen and she was ten. Although, back then, our mother only let me take her to one of the restaurants within a family-owned casino.
It’s how I get to stay up-to-date with everything that’s happening in her life, especially now that she’s older and drawing the attention of fuckwit boys.
“Have fun,” CJ says. “We got this.”
“You not hungry?” I ask, looking at my sister’s plate of almost-untouched food.
“I’m hungry, but I’m dieting.” Imogen shrugs.
“What the fuck for?”
“Because I want to be thinner,” she says.
“Imogen, eat your fucking food. You don’t need to diet.” I roll my eyes. “Wait… Did someone say you did?”
“Not in those words,” she says. “But I could use to lose a pound or two.”
She really couldn’t. She’s a perfectly-normal, healthy-sized human.
“What do you meannot in those words?” I ask her. Looks like I’ll be getting blood on my hands again before the night’s out.
“Exactly that. I went on a date, with some banker guy. But when I ordered the steak, he looked at me and said:Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer the salad?And, well, it got me thinking… Maybe I should be ordering the salad,” she tells me.
“A banker dude? How old was this asshole?” I try to keep my tone neutral. I’m not against my sister dating. I know I can’t stop her from living her life to the fullest. I’m also not a sexist asshole who thinks it’s okay for me to fuck around but not her.
“Five years older.”
“Than you? You’re nineteen, Imogen.”
“Than you.” She smirks.
Five years older than me?That would put him in his late-twenties.
“What the fuck?” I growl.
“I got bored with guys my age. They’re all immature. I thought I’d give it a shot with someone older.”
“Imogen, seriously?” I groan. “Stick to the fuckwits your age.”
“Yeah, I think I’m done.”
“Done with dating?” I raise a brow.
“Done trying to findthe one.”
My sister has always been a hopeless romantic. She wants what our parents have, the ultimate love. Me? I do everything I can to avoid that happening.
“Again, you’re nineteen. You don’t need to findthe oneright now. You need to have fun, live out your dreams.”
