Page 15 of Unexpected Pickle
She picks up another griddle. “Not my skill set.”
Damn. I tried. “Is Max’s deli your end game?”
She takes her time arranging the cord around the griddle she’s set down, and I worry I’ve struck a nerve. “I’m not sure.”
I’d better pivot. “What’s your next gig for Max with your perfect food?”
“I’m flying to Montreal.”
“In Canada?”
“Yeah. I’ve never been. I’m pretty excited.”
So she’ll be gone. “Another commercial?”
“An event, actually. An award ceremony. Big visibility.”
“When is it?” I pass her the one griddle I cleaned.
“Not for a few weeks yet.”
“You going alone?”
She tucks the last griddle in with the others. “I’m a big girl.” Her face flushes at that, but I’m not sure why.
“Well, it sounds fun.”
She turns around and leans against the counter. “Thanks for your help, Hex. I hope you enjoyed making crepes. Goodnight.”
Damn. I’m dismissed. I almost ask if she’s sure she doesn’t want to grab some food, but I think better of it.Bide your time, Hex.
As I head through the cool night air to my car, I call Max.
“Yo, Hex, how did the class go?”
“Great. Why didn’t you tell me about Montreal?”
“Sounds like you had a conversation with your lady.”
“How can I get on this gig?” I can already picture it. Snow-covered mountains. Jeannie and me in a cabin. A fire. It’s a Southern Californian’s dream.
“It’s an awards thing, a big deal.”
“I’ll be a busboy. A lackey. I can blend into the background.”
“Hex, you are as inconspicuous as a skyscraper.”
“I can be a bodyguard.”
“I don’t think I can get you credentials.”
“Try. Okay?”
He laughs. “Hex, I’ve never seen a dog more intent on getting a bone.”
“Just get me in.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
