An unexpected surprise (part 1)
Most of the time the hardest part is getting started. After that everything seems to go more smoothly. It like that in most things, amplified after a pause. Like getting back into the mindset of writing; like connecting with someone new.
We didn’t have any plans to try to connect with our little waitress. We were at her bar to meet our friends who know her well — the reason we weren’t courting her — and have a good time. In the car ride over we talked about how she’d be fun to flirt with; nice eye candy; frosting on an evening of good fun with good friends. We’d be going home alone.
But there was that comment.
A long while before A___ had commented to our mutual friend that she’d love to get the waitress in bed. She had said it entirely truthfully but taken out of context — not knowing A___ enjoys women — had the luxury of humor. A few days later our friend said “well she’s bi but has a boyfriend.” We all made wise about that and the conversation was over.
It was a great night hanging out. It always is with these friends. They’re laid back and interested in life. We spent the whole night laughing and talking with them and flirting with the waitress. She flirted back in the way waitresses do. Eventually it was time to head out. A___ got the tab, looked at it, and asked me if I’d put it on my card. I said “sure” and handed it over, only to have A___ scratch something on the paper, get up and head to the bathroom. I shrugged and looked down at the bill.
“Leave with them but come back if you want. –K”
“Yes. –A”
I understood why A___ got up so fast; she can’t always keep her face calm. The waitress had seen her leave that quickly too and came over nervously. I wrote a note on the paper and handed the bill and the card to her with a wink she may or may not have seen.
“Keep the Tab Open. –S”.
Outside a few minutes later and we all said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. A___ and I got in the car and started it up, watching our friends walk away. We briefly wondered if they’d be back, but decided it was worth it and headed back in.
When we sat back down at the table there were fresh whiskeys for each of us. When she passed she dropped off another note.
“I’m glad you stayed. I’m nervous and shy and excited and off in an hour. –K.”
We settled in to watch and wait and chat the rest of the night away in pleasent anticipation of an unexpected evening with our waitress.
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