Page 17 of Just for Fun
I can meet as soon as today. Let me know what works for you.
Kyle
My email matches the energy in hers, and I have a feeling she appreciates that kind of stuff. It’s funny how I haven’t even met her yet, but I already feel like I really know her.
I stare at the little icon for messages, willing it to light up with another one from Zara Bray. This is too much fun, especially when it doesn’t disappoint, and I hear the little ding.
Kyle,
I can meet today as well. Would the diner Hollow Rocks work for you? Six o’clock, sharp.
Zara
I grin like a lunatic and hit Reply.
Zara,
I would love to, but the diner closes at three since it’s open only for breakfast and lunch. How about the restaurant across the street?
Kyle
She doesn’t get back to me as fast as before. I worry that maybe my response was a bit condescending, and I offended her. Maybe I was having too much fun with this.
Throwing the tablet to the side, I stand up and stretch my back. My hair feels messy when I run my hands through it. I should probably take a shower and clean my act up a bit. I’ve been hauled up in my house for a few days now, so focused on my work that I forgot about basic hygiene.
A ding echoes from the tablet I threw on the couch. I turn abruptly, tripping over the coffee table in my excitement to get to it. It has to be a message from Zara.
Kyle,
My apologies for not realizing the diner would be closed. I appreciate you bringing it to my attention. The restaurant across the street would do the job. I will be there at six, once you confirm that you’ll come meet me there.
Zara
“This chick is something else,” I snort to myself. I am fascinated by her, and I have no idea why. This is bizarre.
Zara,
Confirmed.
Kyle
My messages back is short and to the point, just the way I have a feeling that she likes it.
Now that’s done and I have a date for tonight, I don’t know if I should continue with my current project. I stare at the computer where each one of the three screens is lit up with a different part of the story I am working on. But if I get back to work now, I will be losing track of time. I don’t want to be late for my meeting with Zara. Based on the vibes she gave, I would not stand a chance if I got there late.
I save all my current work, then go to take a shower. The hot water hitting my body feels too good, so I take my time with it. By the time I am out, I feel like a brand new man. That feeling of cleanliness is underappreciated, I decide.
My cell phone ringing from somewhere in the living room snaps me out of the sluggishness I suddenly find myself in. I rush to get it, rolling my eyes when I see is just my friend, Alex, calling.
“What’s up, brother?” I greet him.
“Same ol’ shit.” His voice sounds gruff and, dare I say, pissed off. “What are you up to?”
With the towel still wrapped around my hips, I drop back on the couch where I was sitting before while chatting back and forth with Zara.
“Well, I got a date for tonight,” I say.
“Imagine that,” comes his sarcastic reply. “When do you not have a date?”
