Dario

“I can think of several predictable expectations for this family vacation. Dad and Mom will have one of their rows and won’t make up until they return. Molly will show up with a different guy. Bart will make a pass at you. And I will be bored out of my mind and will wish that I hadn’t bothered to tag along.”

Kirsten laughed. “Sammi, you say that every time.”

“I do, don’t I?” She sighed. “Is life still worth living when one becomes so predictable?”

“Oh, stop being so morbid. What do you think of this dress? Should I take it?”

“Sure, why not? I haven’t even started packing.”

“You always wait until the last minute to do everything. You’re just like Dad.”

“And you’re fussy like Mom,” she retorted, throwing at cushion at her.

“Do you think Dario will be there?”

Sammi shrugged. “Maybe. He’s Bart’s cousin.”

“When are you going to admit that you’re attracted to him?”

“Who, Bart?”

Kirsten shook her head and clucked her tongue. “No, Silly. Dario.”

“Why should I admit such a thing?” Sammi warily adjusted her glasses.

“Because it’s true. I see the way you act around him. I notice the way you look at him when you think no one’s watching.”

“Why don’t you go and finish your packing?”

“Changing the subject won’t change the fact that you’re crazy about Dario.”

“Listen, I don’t need these added aggravations. Go away.”

“I’m not leaving until you admit that–“

Okay! Okay! So, I’m crazy about Dario. Why are you making such a big deal about it?”

Kirsten smiled gleefully. “It just so happens that he’s on his way over to take you out to dinner.”

Sammi stared at her, aghast. “What!”

“He called this morning when you were out to ask you to have dinner with him this evening. I told him that you would love to.”

“You didn’t!”

“I did. No more talking. You have forty-five minutes to get ready. Now, shoo. I’ve laid out the dress I think you should wear as well as the jewelry which will go perfectly with it. Go! Take a shower. You don’t have much time.” She hustled her off to the bathroom and while she showered, she continued her packing.

Kirsten had just finished closing her carry on bag when the doorbell rang. She hurried to answer the door.

When Sammi went into the living-room, Dario was there. His gaze traveled slowly over her. Admiration shone in their depths. “You look amazing,” he remarked.

She blushed. “Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.” He looked gorgeous in the suit.

He chuckled. “Thanks. Ready?”

“Yes.”

Kirsten preceded them and opened the door. “Enjoy your dinner,” she said with a broad smile.

As Sammi passed her, she smiled and said, “Don’t wait up.”

“Have fun.”

As soon as they were gone, she went back into the living-room and picked up the phone. “Bart? The coast is clear. Yes, you should have seen her face when I told her about the dinner date. I’ll tell you all about it when you come over. I’ll call now and order Thai takeout. It should be ready by the time you get there. Great! See you in twenty minutes.”

Posted for October 2020 Writing Prompts – #20 – Added aggravations ; #31 – Predicted expectations

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