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Threading the Needle
Chapter 5
Marika pushed her way through the crowd as she tried to see if Yamile was already at the bar. It seemed like an unusual number of people were also meeting for drinks after work. Marika looked around people and searched for her friend. It looked like she got there first when she made it to the back of the bar without seeing Yamile. She looked around to try to spot an open table.
"This could be impossible," Marika thought. The bar was packed and as she moved through it, she didn't notice a single free table. She was just about to start wading through the crowd again when she felt someone touch her elbow. She looked over and saw a couple of men seated at a high table against the wall.
"Pardon me, but we are going to be leaving in a minute. If you need a spot, you can have this one," said one of them. He was the older of the two men. Marika guessed he was around 40. Both of them were good looking, in quite different ways. The younger one was more on the cute side. He was probably closer to Marika's age with short red hair. The man who spoke was much more striking. His head was completely shaved. It looked really good on him. His smile was relaxed as he looked Marika in the eye.
Although Marika sensed that it might be an attempt to pick her up, she contemplated taking him up on his offer nevertheless. She glanced around the bar. It seemed even more packed than when she arrived. Looking back at the two men, she smiled. "It doesn't matter what his intentions are. I'm married and not interested. So if taking advantage of his hopes gets us a table, I'm okay with that," she thought to herself.
"Sure, why not? Thanks," Marika said as she stepped closer to the table. The two men shifted to give her a little room.
"I'm Carl and this is Nicholas," said the bald man as he put out his hand. Marika shook his hand and then the younger man's hand.
"Nice to meet you. I'm.... Marika," she replied, stumbling over her name a little. She almost introduced herself as Rikki. So much of her time and energy was invested in rafting these days. Beyond that, every trip down the river started with an introduction as part of the safety lecture. It was the first time she introduced herself to someone new since the start of guide training. She couldn't help the little smile that came over her face.
"What?" Carl asked. "Having problems with remembering your name?" He smiled back at her.
Marika blushed. "I suppose I have to explain. First, let me text my friend and tell her where to find me," she told him. Getting out her phone, she typed a quick message to Yamile. "Hurry and rescue me from the two good looking guys who are sharing a table with us! In the far back of the bar," she wrote. Marika looked at it for a second and then erased good looking. She didn't want Yamile to think she was actually interested in them. She pressed send.
Looking back at the two men, Marika smiled. She started to explain about rafting and river nicknames. "I got used to thinking and saying I'm Rikki," she concluded. Being a raft guide seemed to impress both of them.
"I've never gone rafting," Carl said. His eyes discreetly swept over her. Marika noticed, but the way he did it felt almost polite. She got that little smile again and blushed. "Let's say I wanted to go rafting. Would you be my guide?" he asked. His manner bordered on flirtatious.
"Maybe," Marika replied. She started thinking. Booking trips was one way to guarantee that you had a raft. If a group requested her, Weston would assign her to work that trip. Marika had already arranged for a group from work as well as one with her neighbors. She slipped into sales mode, which included a touch of flirting back. "If you just book a trip for yourself or with a friend, anyone could be your guide. If you have at least five people, then you can request a guide." She dug into her purse and pulled out a flier for the company, along with a pen. Uncapping the pen, Marika wrote in the flier.
"5+ people, request Rikki!"
Handing Carl the flier, Marika gave him a big smile. "I hope to see you on the river," she said.
"I would love that," Carl said.
Marika was trying to figure out a response when she heard someone clear her throat. Turning, she saw Yamile. "Yay! You're here," Marika said enthusiastically. It was a little bit fun to flirt, but she didn't know what to do now. She really didn't want to lead them on. She gave Yamile a hug and introduced her around the table.
The men tried to move and make enough room for Yamile. Unfortunately while there was just enough space for three, the table wasn't made for four. Rather than make things awkward, the guys downed the rest of their beers and got ready to leave. Just before walking away, Carl leaned close to Marika.
"So what number do I call?" Carl said into Marika's ear.
Turning to look at him, Marika's face burned a bright red. Although it could be taken as an innocent question, she knew it wasn't. A harmless flirtation was one thing. Despite it being nice to be noticed, Marika had no interest in anything more. Still, a booking was a booking. She smiled and said, "Just call the office. They will make sure that I get your trip, if you have a big enough group."
Pulling back to look her in the eyes, Carl smiled confidently. "I'll do that. I'm looking forward to seeing you again," he said before moving off. Marika watched the guys leave before turning to face Yamile. When she saw Yamile's raised eyebrow, she blushed again.