Page 89 of Two a Day
Then her eyes meet mine and fuck it. I’m a goner.
Consider me officially in a state of crush.
Finally, I turn my attention back to my friend, but it seems he’s also been converted to the Church of Babeism. Drew’s gaze has snagged on the woman in the pink dress—the one who posed by the banner with him at the meet and greet. She smiles at him.
“Hey, Adams,” Brooke says to my buddy. “Good to see you.”
“And you too,” he says. But I’m staring stupidly at the other woman. Fortunately, Ishouldbe looking at her since Brooke is introducing her. “This is my sister, Cara.”
And the pretty blonde with the button nose shoots me ayou’re bustedlook. “And you two must be the guys planning clown pranks,” she says.
I desperately try to think of something witty to say, but I’m pretty sure I was giving Drew hell about a movie. Oh, and plotting clown pranks. Well, he was planning to send one to get me, and now this woman is going to know I am fucking afraid of clowns.Real cool, Patrick.
But I go with it. I use…yup…clowns as an opening line. I adopt a serious look. “For the record, I am vehemently opposed to clown pranks. And to clowns.”
She hums in understanding. “I get that. Completely.”
“Well, clearly this was meant to be,” I say, hoping to make the best of our clown fear. “I believe we just clown bonded.”
She laughs. “Yes. It’s totally a thing. Tell me more about your least-favorite clowns.”
“The ones with red hair. Big noses and huge feet,” I say, moving next to her at the counter.
She clasps her chest. “Those are my least favorite too.”
Cara laughs, then says to Drew and me, “Are you two clowns heading to seeFake Play?”
Oh, hell yes.Thank you, fate. “We are.” We’ve already clown bonded. Time to seize this chance. “Would you like to sit together? In case there are clowns or anything in the flick, we can support each other through it.”
Cara sets a hand on her chest. “I was really worried about clowns in the movie, so that’d be great.”
She turns to Brooke, asking if she’s okay with it, and when she says yes, I buy two popcorns.
As Brooke and Drew catch up, I ask Cara if she’s seenFake Playbefore.
“It’s my sister’s favorite, so she’s forced me to watch it a few times.”
“It’s not your thing?”
“I like it…” she says, hedging.
“But?”
She looks guilty. “I’m a secret documentary geek.”
Shut the front door. This is too much. Too perfect. “Me too.”
She scoffs. “No way.”
“You doubt me now?”
“I mean, what are the chances we both like documentaries, and dislike clowns?”
“True, true. Those are just signs of good taste. We won’t know unless we put this documentary like to the test. I might like military documentaries and you might like nature ones, and where would we be then?”
She gasps. “You’re right. It’s the documentary quandary.” She shoots me a flirty look. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”
All sorts of dirty things I want her to tell me flit through my head, but they’re far too X-rated for a documentary conversation. “Animals,” I reply instead, naming one of my favorite kinds of documentaries.