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“Good Evening Sir, what would you like to drink?” The neatly dressed waiter asked.
“Good evening.” Brody smiled. “I’ll take a beer, thanks.”
“Sorry, Sir. We only serve wine.”
“Um, okay, then”… Brody shifted in his seat, beer was his go to drink, he wasn’t a wine drinker, sighing he said, “I’ll have a glass of red then, please.”
The waiter questioned, “Dry or sweet Sir?”
Rolling his eyes, he racked his brain, trying to think of the wine his aunt loves to drink,“I’ll have a glass of Cabernet, please.”
With a slight nod, the waiter replied, “I’ll be right back with that for you, Sir.”
Leaning slightly back in his chair, Brody scanned the surrounding tables and the people sitting around them. This restaurant was not his typical place he’d go too, it was way too formal for his liking. The crisp white tablecloths, polished silverware, plates all set out perfectly and the glassware sparkled like crystal. A far cry from his local diner, where their glassware and plates were clean, but all clearly scratched, some chipped, from the many years of use. But, he hadn’t objected when his date, choose this restaurant for their date, he was excited to try out a new place.
“Here, you are.” The waiter leaned forward and set the glass of wine down. “Will that be all, Sir?”
“For now, yes. Thank you.” Brody checked his watch again, fifteen minutes had passed and he wondered if his date would show. His eyes skimmed across the room, looking at all the different types of people, when one couple peaked his attention. A young man, dressed in a dark blue suit, lowered to his knee as he looked up to his pretty young woman, who gazed longingly into his eyes, he held up a tiny blue box, and asked, “Will you marry me?” What a wonderful moment, thought Brody, and as the young girl excitedly accepted. And the young man jumped up, hugged her, and placed the huge rock onto her dainty finger. Distracted by the whole event, he hadn’t noticed Jenna Palmer walk up to the table.
“Brody? Brody Jackson.”
Shifting his gaze upwards, his date stood smiling back at him. Blonde, tall and breathtaking. He scooted his chair back and stood, “Hi there, Jenna,” he reached out his hand, “It’s very nice to meet you.”
Jenna gave a half smile, and limply shook his hand, “You, too.” He stepped aside and pulled her chair back for her to sit, “Thank you.” She said.
“You’re welcome.” He smiled. Jenna was beautiful and he couldn’t help notice how well the fitted pants enhanced her slim figure, but when she took off her jacket, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. She wore a very low cut shirt, which barley kept her breasts in check. Feeling his face flush, he quickly averted his eyes, to hers.
“Sorry, I’m late, but I had to deal with a friend of mine.” Jenna huffed as she draped her jacket over the back of her chair.
“Um, sure. No problem, I have been kept entertained.”He kept his eyes on hers and not trying to look at her heaving breasts.
“Huh,” Jenna glanced around the restaurant, “I wasn’t aware they had entertainment here?”
“Oh no, not that kind of entertainment.” Brody laughed.
Jenna’s brow furrowed, “Then what kind, are you talking about.”
After taking a quick sip of his wine, he pointed out the young doting couple and explained the whole situation of the guy’s proposal and her acceptance, “It was a sweet thing to watch.”
Jenna dug her hand into her purse and pulled out a small pocket mirror, while checking her makeup she said, “Oh, I’m sure it was. So, have you ordered yet?”
Boy… She’s forward, he thought as he leaned forward and said, “I’d thought I’d wait for you.” He tugged at his shirt collar, not liking how constricting it felt. Let alone the dang neck tie, adding to his uncomfortableness.
Popping the mirror back into her purse, she smiled, “Let’s order I’m hungry.”
Brody scanned the menu and decided to go with what he likes best… Steak. Jenna waited until the waiter returned to take their order, “I’ll have a glass of Chardonnay and I’ll have salmon, but make sure it’s slightly salted and with a crisp sear on one side, not both.” She looked up at the waiter and glared at him, “Last time I was here, I had to send it back three times. My whole evening was ruined, because of that incompetent chef.”
“I apologize for that madam, I will make sure the chef receives your specific instructions myself.”
“Good.” She snapped.
“And for you, Sir?”
“Steak, medium rare, thank you.”
“Nice choice,” the waiter smiled and nodded, “I’ll be right back with your wine madam and some fresh bread and dipping oil.”
Leaning forward, resting his arms on the table Brody asked, “Your friend, is she okay now?”
Jenna rummaged through her purse, “Huh?”
“Your friend? Is she okay now?”
Jenna looked up, her cell phone in her hand and finished sending a text, then she set it down on the table, “Oh yah, she’ll be okay, just an issue with her boyfriend.” She frowned. “He’s a jerk, never wanting to do anything fun, all he does is study, study, study. I mean, gosh, how much studying do you need to do right?”
“Well, I’m sure he’d love to spend more time with your friend,” he picked up his glass of wine and swirled it, allowing its aroma to waft up his nose. He looked at the richness of the wine and debated whether he’d take another sip or not, “but maybe he wants to get good grades and not fail.” Setting the glass down, he decided not to drink it and picked up his water glass instead.
“Whatever. I think she’s better off without him, there are plenty of other guys who’d love to date her. She’s so much fun to be around.” She took a sip of her water.
Brody shrugged his shoulders, “Maybe.” So, on the phone you mentioned, you’re an art major, right?”
She looked hard at Brody. Not her usual type of guy, but he was easy on the eye. His shoulders broad and strong were accentuated by the style of the white shirt he wore. And even though his face was clean shaven, he still had that ruggedness to him, “Yah, I am. But…”
The waiter set the bread and oil down and said, “Your dinner will be with you shortly.”
Brody smiled and said, “Thank you.”
Jenna ignored him, picked up a slice of bread, dipped it into the oil and took a bite, chewed it, then set the rest down on her plate, “As I was saying, I’m not really interested in all that art mumbo jumbo.”
“Oh, really! Then how come you’re studying it?”
“My mother. She loves all that art stuff and I have to study it, if I want them to keep paying for my place at college.” She took a big mouthful of her wine, then another, until she finished her glass. She motioned the waiter and he refilled her glass. She took another swig. “You know what, I don’t want to talk about it. I’d rather be enjoying the college experience, you know, party’s and such.”
Brody couldn’t relate to her on that point, he’d not time for partying. His life had always been and most likely will continue to be hard work, he sighed, “Well, I’ve never experienced college life so…”
The waiter approached the table, “Your salmon madam, and your steak Sir.”
“Mmm… This looks good. Thank you.” said Brody.
Jenna scrutinized the salmon, then the waiter, “This better be to my liking, or I will ask to speak with the manager.”
The waiter’s shoulders sunk a little, praying that she hadn’t recognized him. The last time she’d been here, he was the one who served her and she turned out to be the most annoyingly rude customers, he’d ever served.
Brody raised his eyebrows, “From here, your salmon looks delicious, even though I’m more of a steak guy.” He let out a little chuckle.
Jenna stared at him, “It’s no laughing matter. Fish is well…” She seemed to struggle to find the right words, “Fish is fish and it has to be cooked just right.”
He sliced into his juicy steak, “If you say so,” as lifted up a thick slice and slide it into his mouth. “Mmm…”
Jenna rolled her eyes and thought to herself, he may be handsome and all, but gosh, what’s with his all nicey, nice attitude! It’s rather annoying. She cut into her salmon, forked up a tiny piece and ate it.
“How’s your salmon?” He asked.
“It will do. It’s better than last time that’s for sure. The salmon was not up to par, and I complained to the staff and they did nothing other than apologize and have the dumb chef cook more. But that was unacceptable and then when I told my father about the whole ordeal, he made sure the chef didn’t work there again.”
Brody coughed, trying not to choke on a piece of his steak, “You got him fired over a piece of salmon!”
“Yah. So what? If he was such a good chef, he’d would have served me a perfect piece of fish.”
Brody looked across the table at Jenna, a little unsettled at her harsh and uncaring words and manner. When they’d chatted over the phone, she seemed so sweet, but now… She acted like somebody totally different.
She pushed her food around her plate, only nibbling on the vegetables as Brody ate his last piece of steak, she sighed, “So, what is it, that you do again?
He motioned with his hand, asking for a minute, as he finished chewing a piece of steak, “I ride horses.”
“Yes, that’s right.” She nodded. “So, you like… Just ride them around the place?”
With a faint smile Brody shook his head, “No, not quite. I enter rodeo competitions, where I get to sit on top of a bare backed gelding, grab hold of a twisted rope that’s tied around the horse’s girth. Then when I’m ready the bucking chute opens, the horse bursts out and starts to buck, and I try to hold on for a most intense and exhilarating 8 seconds.” Her face showed no expression, which normally when he’d tell people what he did, the reaction was more like, ‘wow, that’s insane,’ and they’d continue to ask questions.
“Well, that doesn’t sound like a very safe job.” Jenna ignored his questioning face, she looked at her cell phone and huffed.
Seeing that Jenna wasn’t interested in what he had to say, he asked, “Is everything alright?”
“No.” She finally looked up.
A little concerned Brosy asked, “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Not really, no, but, if you must know, I only agreed to this date, cause a friend of a friend, said you were just the best company and that I should go on a date with you.” She finished her wine, “But, you’re not. You may charm other girls with your smile and good looks, and horse riding skills, but me… I don’t think so. Your way to nicey nice, for my liking and as I mentioned, I want to have fun, not get tied down to one guy.”
“Then why did you agree with me, asking you to dinner when we talked over the phone.”
Jenna’s cell buzzed again and she pushed her chair back, grabbed her jacket and stood, “Look, Brody,” She slipped her arms into her jacket and zipped it, “You’re obviously not my kind of a guy, gosh… You didn’t even ogle at my breasts. Now what kind of guy doesn’t do that… Gay guys, that’s who. And I’m not into all that.” She picked up her cell from the table, turned and started to walk away. “Thanks for the meal, even though, the company and food weren’t up to my taste.” She brushed her long hair over her shoulder and strode out of the restaurant.
Brody sat alone and totally dumbstruck, as inquisitive eyes looked his way. Jenna had completely taken him for a bore and in her opinion because he didn’t ‘ogle’ her breasts constantly, she thought he was… Gay! What the hell! Gay. Never in a million years. He’d been brought up to, respect and admire ladies, not ogle them like a piece of meat. He ran his hand through his hair, wondering why he’d come tonight, but he knew why. He’d promised his friend, that he’d give a dating another try.
He motioned to the waiter to bring the check and doubted that he’d ever find that special girl, to fall head over heels in love with. He picked up the warm glass of Cabernet and downed it a couple of gulps, in hopes that he’d dull the memory of this train wreck of a first date.
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