Page 66 of Perfect Date
“You saw it. You know I did.”
“I can’t believe you!” I stand now, angry. “That was rude.”
“Believe it, sweetheart. I don’t give a rat’s ass about being rude.He wanted food, I gave him food.”
“Now see here,” Jordan starts to stand.
“Sit down, Jordan,” I demand louder than intended.
“Yeah, you heard her. Sit down, Jordan!”
Trying to calm my voice while remaining emphatic, I try to reason, “Don’t talk to him like that! You’re being ridiculous, and childish.Just treat us like the customers we are, take our orders and let us eat in peace, and continue our date.And while you’re at it, apologize to those folks too.” And I feel my head nod in the direction of the nearby table, who are now surrounded by additional wait staff, likely attempting to mend the problem created by Justin.
“You’re more than just a customer and like I said before, too. damn. bad. I’m not taking your damn order.”
“Then get someone who will.”
“No.”
“No?”
Justin somehow manages to move closer, he’s all up in my personal space, his face mere inches from mine.
“Fine, then we will just leave.”
“No, you won’t.”
“Maybe I should leave,” Jordan says in a questioning manner.
“Shut up!” Both Justin and I yell at the same time, making a look of pure surprise cross Jordan’s face as he merely stares at us with an expression of total disbelief.
“Don’t tell him to shut up. Who do you think you are?”
“I’m the guy that’s had enough of this shit.”
“That’s not yours to decide!” I declare.
“The hell it isn’t. I’m not about to watch you spend another second with that guy.”
“I’ll do what I want. You can’t stop me.”
“Uh, yeah, I’ll just go.” Jordan repeats.
“Yeah, that’s a great idea. Jordan’s leaving!” Justin quickly offers and begins to assist with pulling his chair out, wearing a wide ass grin.
“I’ll go with you.,” I say apologetically to Jordan, realizing this has gotten out of hand and then flash Justin my best glare.
“No, you won’t. I said you’re not going anywhere with him.”
I know my face is red. I feel like I’m a burning flame yet again, face as red as my dress, I’m sure.
“I think it’s past time you tell me what is really going on here,” Jordan insists as he slightly backs away from the table.
In frustration and irritation, I pick up my drink glass and toss the contents toward Justin just as he shifts closer to me.The margarita lands on Jordan, drenching the crotch of his pants.
“Oh. My. Goodness.” I shriek, and reach for a napkin intending on trying to help clean up the mess.
“Oh, hell no,” Justin says. “You’re not going near his crotch.”
