A typical Friday night for me consisted of throwing a bag of popcorn in the microwave and watching a season or two of my favourite show on Netflix. Or, if I really needed to, I would catch up on some paperwork. I didn’t really go out to party or have dates lined out the door. I know, exciting right? But I was practically married to my job, so any down time I got was precious.
So, being the hermit I am, how did I find myself sitting in what might be the fanciest restaurant in the world at that moment?
Well it all started with a little deal.
See, part of my job involved going to world meetings and suffering through idle political chit-chat with other political delegates. Unfortunately for me, there was a specific seating plan and my spot …show more content…
“I drank it! Every last drop of it!” Gilbert went on talking as if he hadn’t even heard me. “Kesesese~ that Roderich doesn’t know who he’s talking too! I could drink anyone under the table!” As the waiter walked past Gilbert asked for another refill on his drink.
“Can I get you anything?” the waiter asked, with a sympathetic look on his face. God, could everyone tell what a lousy date I was having?
I shook my head. “No thanks.” Then proceeded to stabbing my dinner with a little too much vigour.
After a moment of silence, Gilbert spoke again. And I swore it took every ounce in me not to punch him in his smug face. “So, West tells me you’re in to me,” he said with a grin.
I looked up, slightly shocked at the fact that he’d even acknowledged my existence. “Does he now?” I asked, arching a brow. Yeah, maybe I would be into him. If he weren’t so egotistical and self-centered.
“Well, I can’t blame you. I mean I am totally awesome.” Cue a fit of laughter.
That was it. I couldn’t take any more of this. Whether the date was finished or not, I had definitely suffered enough to earn my new spot. Hell, even if I didn’t get the spot, Arthur and Francis were starting to look good compared to this
So, being the hermit I am, how did I find myself sitting in what might be the fanciest restaurant in the world at that moment?
Well it all started with a little deal.
See, part of my job involved going to world meetings and suffering through idle political chit-chat with other political delegates. Unfortunately for me, there was a specific seating plan and my spot …show more content…
“I drank it! Every last drop of it!” Gilbert went on talking as if he hadn’t even heard me. “Kesesese~ that Roderich doesn’t know who he’s talking too! I could drink anyone under the table!” As the waiter walked past Gilbert asked for another refill on his drink.
“Can I get you anything?” the waiter asked, with a sympathetic look on his face. God, could everyone tell what a lousy date I was having?
I shook my head. “No thanks.” Then proceeded to stabbing my dinner with a little too much vigour.
After a moment of silence, Gilbert spoke again. And I swore it took every ounce in me not to punch him in his smug face. “So, West tells me you’re in to me,” he said with a grin.
I looked up, slightly shocked at the fact that he’d even acknowledged my existence. “Does he now?” I asked, arching a brow. Yeah, maybe I would be into him. If he weren’t so egotistical and self-centered.
“Well, I can’t blame you. I mean I am totally awesome.” Cue a fit of laughter.
That was it. I couldn’t take any more of this. Whether the date was finished or not, I had definitely suffered enough to earn my new spot. Hell, even if I didn’t get the spot, Arthur and Francis were starting to look good compared to this