Andrea Lew sat alone at the table in their favorite restaurant, impatiently tapping her fingernails. She noticed the quizzical looks the server gave her, so smiled demurely and shrugged her shoulders, but inside she simmered. Had Jonas forgotten their Valentine date? During the past forty-five minutes, she had tried calling him on his cell, his office and his home, with no luck. Sipping her glass of champagne, her eyes scanned the entrance for the umpteenth time that evening while she turned her wrist over to look at her watch.
What the hell is keeping him?
She wondered.
"Miss Lew?"
Looking up, she saw her server and her eyes quickly flicked over to her nametag, which said 'Julie'. She wondered how Julie knew her name. "Look, I'm sorry," Andrea apologized. "My Significant Odd One must have either forgotten our date, or his cell phone is dead. If someone else needs this table then I'll be happy to leave."
"Oh no, no! Please stay, Miss Lew..."
"Andrea."
"Ma'am?" Julie asked, looking a little confused.
Andrea laughed; she couldn't help it, seeing the cute expression on her face. She figured Julie to be in her late teens to early twenties. "I meant... please call me Andrea, not Miss Lew or Ma'am. Especially not ma'am. That makes me sound ancient," she smiled.
"Will do... Andrea," Julie smiled back, before remembering why she was there in the first place. "Oh yes! You have a phone call. You can use the phone at the bar. And please don't worry about your table. It'll be here when you get back."
"Thank you, Julie," she stood up and asked. "Do you happen to know who it is?"
"No, I'm sorry," the younger woman apologized. "I don't."
"That's all right. Thanks anyway," she nodded, walking towards the bar.
*****
"Baby?"
Jonas' low, sexy voice never failed to make the butterflies in her tummy flutter with excitement. Even so, she was still peeved at him. "Hmmm let me guess. Cell phone battery died, you forgot about our date, or got stuck in a meeting?" She asked in a cool, even tone, arching an eyebrow.
"Andi, I'd never forget a date with you. You know I'd show up come hell or high water..."
"So which one's keeping you, hell or high water?" She was sure he could hear the tone of exaggerated patience in her voice.
"Well, if you must know, the president of our company asked me to stay behind after the last meeting of the day. He then asked me to drop my pants. I guess he liked what he saw because he asked me if he could give me a blowjob."
"Hmmm," she replied, nonchalantly shrugging her shoulders. "So, did he like doing you?" She couldn't help the smile that crept over her features, knowing it was a facetious remark.
"Of course. He asked me if I wanted to go back to his place for a little private party. I said naah, I have a gorgeous girl waiting for me and I'm late enough as it is," he flippantly replied.
"Liar," she rolled her eyes and tried to stifle her laughter. She saw the bartender grinning at her, before going back to wiping the bar counter.
"Ummm no, Andi baby. I'd never lie about how gorgeous you are, especially how you look tonight, or how much your smile makes my heart skip a beat whenever I see it, knowing it's meant for me," Jonas paused for awhile before chuckling. "And I see you're wearing my favorite dress of yours, that red-colored number that just makes my mouth water. Mmmm I might just have to rip it off you and take you right at the bar, with everyone watching."
"Wait, how did..." Andrea whirled around and scanned the busy restaurant, which was almost full with other couples celebrating Valentine's Day. "Jon, where are you?" His amused chuckle sounded in her ear, which made her narrow her eyes. "Jon?"
"Look to your right baby."
Andrea did as he said, but all she could see were people sitting comfortably in the lounge, conversing with each other. The song that came wafting out of the speakers of the lounge was Frank Sinatra's 'My Funny Valentine'. She also saw a clown with a cell phone to his ear standing in the middle of the dance floor, holding onto a bunch of balloons which spelled out Jonas' pet name for her—A,N,D,I.
"See the clown?"
"You've got to be kidding me," she said, staring incredulously at the clown. "You have got to be freaking kidding me," she repeated, hanging up the phone so she could walk to him. When she got closer, she peered carefully up at the face of the clown.
"Recognize me, Andi?" His face lit up in a grin. "If not, stick your hand down my baggy pants. I think you might feel something familiar there," he winked.
A quiet giggle started from Andrea's throat, before her whole body started shaking with laughter. "Omigod you're insane." She presented that as an irrefutable statement of fact.
"Why of course I'm insane," he waggled his eyebrows then squeezed the big red plastic nose so it honked. "Insane about you, that is." Handing her the balloons, he grinned, "Now Andi, don't I even get a kiss?"
Glancing around behind them, she saw a small crowd gathering, and the amused expressions on the faces of the people observing them. "Jon," she whispered. "There are people around. And they're watching us."
"Well, you do realize we're in public, don't you? That sort of thing is bound to happen," he grinned. "Kiss me anyway, Andi. It's Valentine's Day, I love you, I'm in this clown suit, and just because."
Reaching up, Andrea wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, "Yes it's Valentine's Day, yes I love you right back, yes I noticed you're in a clown suit and you know what?"
