Page 72 of Only After We Met
Subject: What do I do?
You know who called me? You’ll never guess. Remember James, the guy I drank beer with at a party at the end of last semester? We had sort of a date after? Remember, he was the one who thought it was a good idea for Lord Chocolate to mingle with Lady Strawberry. Anyway, we caught up, just talking about whatever, and he asked me if I wanted to go out Saturday.
I don’t know, Rhys. What should I do?
From: Rhys Baker
To: Ginger Davies
Subject: RE: What do I do?
What do you want me to say…?
Go out with him, Ginger. He seems like a nice guy, right?(Ignoring the chocolate, which is unforgivable.) You can always just take a car home if you get bored.
From: Rhys Baker
To: Ginger Davies
Subject: RE: What do I do?
So what did you end up doing? You have a date this Saturday? I barely slept. I went out with people from work when we were done. You can imagine how late that was. We wound up laid out on the beach with a couple of bottles of rum. It was fun, but I had to pull Tracy out of the water; she almost drowned. She’s completely nuts. My boss said he was going to give me a raise. Don’t know if he’ll remember today…
From: Ginger Davies
To: Rhys Baker
Subject: My date
I decided to meet with James on Saturday. I’m crossing my fingers for everything to go well so I don’t end up booking a car before dessert.
Who’s Tracy? You never mentioned her.
And nuts…? Like me?
From: Rhys Baker
To: Ginger Davies
Subject: RE: My date
Yeah, I haven’t given you the rundown on my coworkers. There aren’t too many of us. There’s Garrick, the boss (or rather, my boss, because the big boss is usually at his club in LA). There’s Josh, a server who makes these amazing vegetable sandwiches before night falls and they close the kitchen. There’s Tracy, who works the night shift with me. She’s a bartender. No, she’s not nuts the way you’re thinking; she’s actually crazy. She’ll do anything that pops into her head.
I guess you’ll tell me how your date went…
From: Ginger Davies
To: Rhys Baker
Subject: Arrrrgh
I know I’ve still got another whole day, but I’ve gone through my whole closet, and I don’t know what to wear tomorrow. I don’t have ANYTHING that looks good on me. All I want to do is cry, curl up in bed like a cat, and stay there forever. But Kate said we just have to go have a beer with some classmates at this place nearby, so I’ll make an effort.
Help me, Rhys.
From: Rhys Baker
To: Ginger Davies