I’m sitting here in a restaurant on the coast, hungry but still not sure of what to order. I was alone. It’s not often that I have dinner alone but this time was different. After dating on and off, I decided to end my relationship with Derek. Emotions weren’t involved in my decision. I exercised perspicacious judgment. The relationship wasn’t going anywhere so why prolong it? Now we are both free to move on with our lives.
Tonight, I’m celebrating my freedom. It feels great to be single again. I studied the menu for several more minutes and then I finally signaled to the waiter that I was ready to order. After he left the table, I closed the menu and was about to reach for my cell when he walked in with a woman I’ve never seen before. I tried not to let seeing them together bother me. Why should it? I asked myself. I hoped that he wouldn’t notice me. Unfortunately, he did. I braced myself as he headed over to my table with his lady friend in tow.
Trying to act calmer than I felt, I glanced up and smiled politely. When he reached the table and was towering over me, I couldn’t help but think how sexy he looked in that black shirt and black jeans. The little black cross nestled against his chest. Realizing that I was staring, alarmed, my eyes flew up to his face. A slight smile tugged at his lips. Perhaps, it was my imagination but he looked a little smug to me.
“Good evening,” he said, his eyes flickering over me, making me feel hot and bothered. Why did he have such an effect on me? It has always been that way since we met a couple of years ago. Derek introduced us. I wonder if he knows as yet that we broke up.
“Good evening,” I replied.
“Are you dining alone?” he asked.
I raised my chin perceptibly. “Yes.” I was almost tempted to add that there was nothing wrong with a woman having dinner alone when I saw his eyebrows arch in surprise.
“How come Derek isn’t with you?”
Why did he have to ask about Derek? I might as well tell him. “He and I broke up.”
His expression changed and he stared at me for several minutes. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he said finally.
I shrugged. “It’s for the best.”
He was about to say something else when his companion cleared her throat. As if suddenly realizing that she was there. He turned and drew her forward so that she was standing beside him. “Bena, this is Angela.”
Bena looked at me. She was very striking although I thought that the grey jersey dress she wore was too casual. She looked me over before she held out her hand. She didn’t look too pleased. “Hello,” she said as we shook hands.
“Hello.” After we shook hands, she placed her right hand on his shoulder and put her other arm around him. I think she was letting me know in no uncertain terms that he was off limits. My eyes shifted to him. Again he had that smug smile on his face. My fingers gripped the glass of water. He was enjoying this. Men.
Thankfully, just then the waiter came over with my order. As he set the food down in front of me, Bena turned to me and said, “We will leave alone to enjoy your dinner.” She turned to him and said, “Let’s go to our table now.”
He nodded before he said to me, “Good evening.”
“Good evening.” We stared at each other for several minutes before he turned and walked away.
Their table was a couple of tables away from mine and by the window. I tried to look everywhere except there as I tucked into my pan-fried Rainbow Trout dinner. I wished they weren’t there. I couldn’t really relax and enjoy my dinner. I hardly tasted the Butternut Squash Pie which was one of my favorites. As soon as I finished the last crumb, I signaled to the waiter. After I paid the bill, I got up from my table. I was tempted to walk out of the restaurant without saying goodbye but that would have been rude. So, after adjusting my dress, I walked over to their table.
Of course, Bena wasn’t pleased at the intrusion but he stood up. “I just wanted to say goodnight before I left,” I informed them. I could feel him watching me and try as I did, I couldn’t resist looking at him.
“Goodnight, Angela,” he said. “It was nice seeing you.” His expression was serious this time and I wondered about that.
Bena didn’t answer. She just inclined her head and as I turned and walked away, I could feel her eyes digging into my back. What was her problem? Did she think I was after her man? I shook my head at the idea. Ridiculous. I admit that I’m attracted to Randy Cloud but that doesn’t mean that I want to get involved with him.
I think about nothing else but him on the drive home. I turn on the radio in the car to listen to some music but it doesn’t help. Frustrated, I turn it off. I roll down the window but soon roll it back up as the noise of traffic gets to me.
When I get home, I shower and fix myself a nightcap and relax on the sofa for a while. As I sit there watching the television but not really paying much attention to it, I find myself wondering where Randy and Bena went after dinner. Did he take her straight home or somewhere else first? Were they going to spend the night together? For Pete’s sake, why should what he does with Bena matter to me?
The phone rang. I got up and answered it. “Hello?”
I nearly dropped the phone when I realized that it was Randy. “Randy?”
“Why are you calling me?” I had to ask.
“Would you like to go out for drinks with me sometime when you’re not busy.”
“Are you asking me out on a date, Randy?”
“What about Bena?”
“Bena’s just a friend, nothing more.”
“It’s obvious that she wants to be more than friends.”
“You haven’t answered my question.”
“All right. I guess there’s no harm in going out for a couple of drinks.”
“How about tomorrow evening around six?”
“Sure. Do you have somewhere particular in mind?”
He mentioned a bar I’ve never heard of. As long as it wasn’t somewhere Derek and I have been, I’m fine with it.
“All right, I’ll meet you there.”
“Great. Have a good night, Angela.”
“You too, Randy.”
I hung up. Why do I feel as if I’ve thrown myself in the path of an oncoming cyclone? If I’m not careful, I could get swept away.
This was written for the Ragtag Daily Prompt for Saturday’s prompt, coast, Tuesday’s prompt, hungry, Wednesday’s prompt perspicacious and today’s prompt, cyclone. If you’re interested in participating, click HERE for more information.