To say I was 'thrown out' of the coffee shop would be an overstatement. I was asked to pay for Sam's pastry and leave. The sun had cut through the afternoon gloom. I couldn't make heads or tails out of our barista. Her nametag said Carmine. Not Faye. Not Gretchen. I had tried to talk with her, but she hairpin-turned from joking about pancakes and last night's dinner, to laughing off the idea that she could handle a second job, let alone a third. I couldn't help getting angry, but I shouldn't have raised my voice. I sighed grumpily at the universe. Sam slapped my ass, laughing hers off, as she joined me on the street.
"You calmed down at all yet?" she asked. I gave her a crooked frown. I hadn't even got to talk about what I had invited her to talk about.
"I'm sorry. I just, I dunno. Not enough sleep and everything else." I felt better for clearing the air. "I'll run into her at Tara's, apologize, and leave a stupid-sized tip."
"Wait, Tara's? Where you went with Max?" Sam pouted and showed me an image she had received from Max that morning. "Gretchen?"
"Yeah." There she was: a tall slender redhead with dark curly hair, vibrant green eyes, and a terrible smirk.
"That's the waitress Max has been sharpening her fangs for..." Sam chuckled. She swiped and showed me a picture of a tall attractive woman, mid twenties, in a dark red shirt and black apron. Hair was a bit straighter, smile was a bit more genuine. "Her?"
"That was her at Sapphire." I didn't remember Alex taking out her phone at dinner, but then I saw the angle of the restaurant, and realized the picture was taken on the way back from the bathroom.
"Her name's Faye." Sam cocked her frown and looked back at the coffee shop door. "And you think those girls look just like Carmine in there?"
"You don't?" I shook my head. "You heard her when she took your order, right?"
"She might've just been humoring you?" Sam chewed her lip for a moment, "Though I can't say why she stopped after giving me this."
Sam took a big bite of her cinnamon bun. Flaky icing stuck around her lips. Her tongue came out and my eyes turned away. She was licking up her mess when she pushed the rest of the bun into my face. I bit off a small chunk to avoid the collision.
"You got a little something on your chin," I said as soon as I swallowed. She scratched the little bit of sugar off with her nail. She sucked it off. I avoided looking at her lips pursed around her finger. She then reached up and did the same action with whatever she had slapped onto my lower lip. I had to close my lips around her finger, just to get her hand out of my face. She beamed.
"C'mon, I'll buy you an ice cream!" She managed to spark a big smile on my face. I autopiloted into it when she took my hand and led me a block. It was a warm feeling, comforting. I'd always found walking hand in hand to be an imposition. Soon, once I started overthinking, I felt that way again. I moved my hand to the small of her back.
We strolled by the library on Spring Garden. She had fallen into her phone, texting Alex and Max and Mom (by the names at the top of the screen). I did my best not to eavesdrop. This was for the best, as without my looking out for her, she would've walked into traffic.
"Shit! Where the hell are we going?" She laughed, grabbed my pants like I had pulled back on hers, and spun me back the way we came. "It's not
not
ice cream. I know where the best milkshakes are."
"Oh, OK." I took a deep breath. "Listen, we should talk."
"Yeah? About anything important?" Her voice grew smaller in an instant. I tried not to sigh as I felt my confidence get a donkey kick in the solar plexus.
"I agree with Alex's dad. I'm too old for you girls."
"You're not old, you're just rocking a dad bod," Sam countered, regaining some footing. "I like it, but a bit of exercise can help sort you out."
"I have a dad bod?" Shit. I was going to go running every day for the rest of my life now. And I'd need to get stronger. After my last relationship exploded, I'd said I would 'lift weights three times a week.' Dad had approved, and bought me barbells. Did I even still have those?
"I'm too old for you, Sam." I said a bit more strongly. Firm, not angry or combative. "You're barely more than kids. You should be getting fucked up, and learning sex and relationship stuff, with guys your own age."
"I'm not a kid," Sam sneered. "Do I not look adult enough?" That was not it. I never had the opportunity to say anything, though. "I know I'm not really talented like Alex or crazy smart like Max. There's no need to be this shallow!"
"I'm not being shallow."
"I know you're not. I snapped a little. I'm sorry." The small voice returned.
"No, you
don't
know. We met each other two nights ago." I shook my head. "You and Alex go way back, right?"
"No, that's Max and Alex. I met them both in September." Sam rallied better now that she was on ground she knew better. She forced a smile. "OK, so I don't know you well enough. That's why we're going for ice cream. So we can sit down and get to know each other."
"No, I invited you girls out to explain that I'm going to step back from this. Let you get on with your lives and--"
"You like that girl in the coffee shop, don't you? And we're just getting in your way..." Sam murmured. "I wouldn't do that! If you need a girl like that, just tell me, I'll stay out of your hair whenever you're trying to--"
No. I wasn't about to go down that road, especially not with Sam's shoulders shaking. Keep a girl on the side? That was beyond me. I rubbed the back of her shoulder and interrupted her.
"I'm
freaked out
about the girl in the coffee shop. It's not about her. It's about you. It's about me. It's about Alex and Max. You girls seem really close. I'd hate to be a reason for you to fight. Those photos you sent me last night? Alex making me meet her dad? Max ambushing me at my apartment? You're all going to collide and I don't want that to happen to you."
"Did you like the photos?" Sam burned red across her nose.
"I'm not going to answer that. I don't want to encourage you to send more or hurt your feelings." I stopped. She turned around a pace ahead of me and turned back. "It was really nice meeting you. I'm very glad your ankle is feeling better. Maybe we should say goodbye?"
"No. You're too fucked up, Gene," Sam scoffed. "Don't worry about Alex, Max, and me. We know what we're doing. We're not going to flip out and claw each other's eyes out. Besides, we can't end this now. I said I'd buy you an ice cream."
"I don't think you or me know what we're doing. I had no idea how to manage my feelings around a girl at your age. I didn't find the girls that much better." We started walking again across the street from the engineering campus and past the greasy pizza place that sustained me through my doomed college career.
"It's easy. You find a guy you like. You make him happy. You expect him to make you happy." Sam put away her phone in her bag.
"That's incredibly naive, but positive. It's a place to build off of." I felt some existential weight falling off my shoulders.
"Boo!"The flying projectile that landed on my back and snapped her arms around my neck, startled the shit out of me. If the pizza place hadn't performed a second pass after the half-assed mess the city did of shoveling the sidewalk, I'd have cracked at least my tailbone on the concrete. Or squashed Max as her carcass broke my fall.
"Hey, Max,"Sam smirked.
"Down you go." I eased the arms off my shoulders and put the girl in her white winter galoshes onto the ground. She torqued around my hip and put her hand directly in my face. She waved hello with her red and white glove.
"This is so the perfect weather for ice cream!" Max snorted. She spiraled around my front and hugged Sam. "Thanks for the invite."
