wondered if he even had one. But
eventually I figured him out. He just has this really dry, understated sense of
humor and if you’re not paying attention you completely miss it.
It’s just about ten when my night begins to unravel. He
reaches into his jacket looking for something; probably his cell phone. After a
minute of searching he comes up empty handed. He feigns frustration.
“I really need to call the office. Could I use your
phone for a second?” He asks me. “It seems I have left mine at home.”
“Sure,” I reply, as I make a big show of looking for it,
then coming up empty handed as well. “Hey I’m sure the wait staff would be
happy to let a Sheriff use their phone.”
Before he can protest I flag down a waiter. “I’m sorry to
bother you.” I begin. “My date here is with the Sheriff’s Office and needs to
contact them but both of us have left our cell phones at home.”
Rather than lead Marc over to the bar where there’s a
phone he pulls his personal phone from his apron pocket and hands it over to
the surprised Sheriff. Marc accepts the offered phone and excuses himself. I
watch as he walks out the door and makes his call. He’s only gone for maybe two
minutes before he returns and hands over the phone.
“Is everything alright?” I ask.
“Oh sure. I just needed to make sure I don’t have an
early court appearance tomorrow.”
“Do you?”
“First one is at 11:40 so we’re golden.”
Ten minutes later Marc excuses himself to use the
bathroom and our waiter approaches our table.
“Excuse me miss, I couldn’t help but notice, your…friend
has his phone on him.”
“Really?”
“Yes ma’am.”
Damn, that means that Marc really is trying to get my
phone and the video on it.
Suddenly I get a brainstorm and I quickly tell our waiter
to wait two minutes then dial Marc’s number then I thank him and he excuses
himself just before Marc returns from the restroom. He sits back down and takes
a bite of food. He’s in the middle of chewing when surprise surprise, his own
phone starts ringing. At first he is so shocked it’s comical. Then his look of
surprise turns into embarrassment, then anger and I get the idea that he knows
I just set him up. Instead of getting mad though he just swallows his anger and
calls over our waiter for the desert menu. At first I think he’s just using
this opportunity to grill the waiter but he behaves himself and just asks for
the menu.
“I can’t believe I didn’t find my phone when I searched
for it.” He finally mutters while he chooses his desert.
“It’s alright.” I reply. “I’ve done the same thing.”
The rest of the evening is pretty quiet with occasional
attempts at conversation. He knows I know he’s up to something but he just
can’t bring himself to voice his thoughts. I have an idea that before the night
is over he’s going to figure out a way to look at my phone and find the video.
I have to be on my A-game when he drops me off at my house. That’s when he’ll
come up with a way to get his hands on my phone. I just better not invite him
in.
It’s nearing midnight when we finally reach my house. We
spend a few minutes kissing and even though it’s nice, my heart’s not in it and
I don’t think his is either. He walks me to my door because I can’t think of a
reason to deny him. Once at the door he makes his move; and it’s not for my bra
strap either.
“Hey Kim, I hate to ask, but can I use your bathroom? My
bladder’s so full I’m seeing yellow.”
And he strikes! No way can I refuse this without coming
across as a dick.
“Of course.” I reply with an award winning smile.
The question here is…how is he going to get his hands on
my phone? Will he be sneaky and try to get it without my knowledge or will he
figure out a way to ask to use it? I can’t think of a single reason he would
have to ask to see my phone so I have to guess he’s going to search for it when
he’s supposed to be using my
eventually I figured him out. He just has this really dry, understated sense of
humor and if you’re not paying attention you completely miss it.
It’s just about ten when my night begins to unravel. He
reaches into his jacket looking for something; probably his cell phone. After a
minute of searching he comes up empty handed. He feigns frustration.
“I really need to call the office. Could I use your
phone for a second?” He asks me. “It seems I have left mine at home.”
“Sure,” I reply, as I make a big show of looking for it,
then coming up empty handed as well. “Hey I’m sure the wait staff would be
happy to let a Sheriff use their phone.”
Before he can protest I flag down a waiter. “I’m sorry to
bother you.” I begin. “My date here is with the Sheriff’s Office and needs to
contact them but both of us have left our cell phones at home.”
Rather than lead Marc over to the bar where there’s a
phone he pulls his personal phone from his apron pocket and hands it over to
the surprised Sheriff. Marc accepts the offered phone and excuses himself. I
watch as he walks out the door and makes his call. He’s only gone for maybe two
minutes before he returns and hands over the phone.
“Is everything alright?” I ask.
“Oh sure. I just needed to make sure I don’t have an
early court appearance tomorrow.”
“Do you?”
“First one is at 11:40 so we’re golden.”
Ten minutes later Marc excuses himself to use the
bathroom and our waiter approaches our table.
“Excuse me miss, I couldn’t help but notice, your…friend
has his phone on him.”
“Really?”
“Yes ma’am.”
Damn, that means that Marc really is trying to get my
phone and the video on it.
Suddenly I get a brainstorm and I quickly tell our waiter
to wait two minutes then dial Marc’s number then I thank him and he excuses
himself just before Marc returns from the restroom. He sits back down and takes
a bite of food. He’s in the middle of chewing when surprise surprise, his own
phone starts ringing. At first he is so shocked it’s comical. Then his look of
surprise turns into embarrassment, then anger and I get the idea that he knows
I just set him up. Instead of getting mad though he just swallows his anger and
calls over our waiter for the desert menu. At first I think he’s just using
this opportunity to grill the waiter but he behaves himself and just asks for
the menu.
“I can’t believe I didn’t find my phone when I searched
for it.” He finally mutters while he chooses his desert.
“It’s alright.” I reply. “I’ve done the same thing.”
The rest of the evening is pretty quiet with occasional
attempts at conversation. He knows I know he’s up to something but he just
can’t bring himself to voice his thoughts. I have an idea that before the night
is over he’s going to figure out a way to look at my phone and find the video.
I have to be on my A-game when he drops me off at my house. That’s when he’ll
come up with a way to get his hands on my phone. I just better not invite him
in.
It’s nearing midnight when we finally reach my house. We
spend a few minutes kissing and even though it’s nice, my heart’s not in it and
I don’t think his is either. He walks me to my door because I can’t think of a
reason to deny him. Once at the door he makes his move; and it’s not for my bra
strap either.
“Hey Kim, I hate to ask, but can I use your bathroom? My
bladder’s so full I’m seeing yellow.”
And he strikes! No way can I refuse this without coming
across as a dick.
“Of course.” I reply with an award winning smile.
The question here is…how is he going to get his hands on
my phone? Will he be sneaky and try to get it without my knowledge or will he
figure out a way to ask to use it? I can’t think of a single reason he would
have to ask to see my phone so I have to guess he’s going to search for it when
he’s supposed to be using my
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