Page 31 of See Me

Me:

I can’t afford this place! Plus, I have to Uber home. I’m gonna choke you.

Enzo:

Are you flirting with me? I thought we decided to be friends. This is so confusing.

My phone pings with a notification.

Me:

You sent me $100?

Enzo:

For dinner and the ride. Sorry Blaze. Had to be done.

Me:

You. Are. Dead.

I toss my phone in my purse and put my face in my hands. My waiter comes over, with pity eyes, and gingerly approaches my table. “Would you like anything else while you wait, Miss?”

Should I bank this money or eat good for a day?

Screw it.

“I’ll have the chicken fajitas for one. No, you know what? Give me a serving for two. I deserve that right? I mean,” I gesture wildly to my dress and face, “I put on this dress, curled my hair, watched four YouTube videos to figure out how to do this winged eyeliner. I should get all the fajitas, right? And, uh, should I do queso or guac?”

“Both are excellent, Ma’am, M-Miss,” he stammers and takes a step back from the table.

“Then I’ll take them both.” I snap the menu closed and hand it over to him as he backs away, with a strained smile on his face. “Another drink?”

“Yes, another drink,” I snap.

I pull up my group chat with Cassie and Jess. I take a picture of my margarita and send it.

Cassie:

Yum! Have one for me!

Me:

You’re welcome to join me since I don’t have a date.

Cassie:

What?! What happened?

Me:

Long story. Anyway, leftover fajitas for us!

Cassie:

Come over tomorrow and we’ll make some kickass nachos. And we can plan our Xmas dinner.

Me:

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