I look at the letterboard. Is it a word? A place?I think for a while, a while more, and a little while more. I start to wonder...could it be? No....
I type in the word I know it must be: Bridget.
The light turns green.
I open the door and start walking down the street.
"Bridget!" I turn around and see Jake.
"Want to go get some food with me?"
"Come on." He reaches out his hand and waits for me to accept or decline. I accept it. We get in his car and are soon at the resturant. We walk in, grab a table, get our drinks, and talk.
"So, come here much?" I laugh.
"Nah, only once a day." He returns with a smile.
We get our food and then it gets a little quieter. He looks up once in a while when I slurp my drink, laughs, and then eats some more.
He gets the bill and then we relax in the booth. I look around, my eyes falling on a group of five guys. One of them had very curly brown hair. Uh-oh.
I look at Jake.
"What's wrong? You're really pale."
"We need to go. Just trust me." I get up, as does he, and we try to walk out in a crowd. Of course this doesn't work. I feel Harry's eyes fall on me as I walk out the door.
"Look, we'll go our seperate ways. Tonight was fun." He gives me a hug and then we scatter. I walk into the nearest place...a bar. It's not a busy one, just a few couples sharing a friendly drink.
I walk to a booth in the back. He knows I'm here, might as well make myself look like a loner. I see him walk in the door and his head turns as he looks for me. I get nervous and duck under the table. I see his feet coming back. I crawl under the table, towards the wall and stop when his feet stop. He sits down, tapping his foot.
"I know you're under the table. Might as well get up on a chair."
I get up from under the table.
I watch Bridget as her eyes slowly close. I haven't even finished my drink. Her head goes down slowly onto her elbow, she's out.
I pick her up, get her into the car, and drive home.
I get up, shower, and get dressed. I wear: a white T-Shirt, jeans, Converse, and a beanie.
"Better get up." I sit on the edge of the bed and look at Bridget. She's still wearing her clothes from last night's "Jake night".
She opens her eyes and looks at me. Smiling.
"Morning, Cutie." She gets on her elbows.
"Morning, Beautiful." I lean forward and give her a kiss.
"You're so perfect." She whispers.
"Well, thanks. Do you remember last night?"
"I wasn't drunk."
"Good, so what were you thinking?"
"What do you mean?"
"Last night with Jake!"
"We went out to dinner!"
"Exactly, you went to dinner!"
"We didn't do anything." She takes hold of my hand. I give her hand a squeeze.
"You're so hard to keep track of." I put my head on her shoulder.