Blue by Sarah Jayne Carr

Author:Sarah Jayne Carr [Carr, Sarah Jayne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: CHBB Publishing
Published: 2018-02-13T06:00:00+00:00

“Cola, please.” Adam said. “Oh, and can I get some crayons?”

“Sure…thing.” Lyndsie shook her head slowly as she walked away.

Awkward silence was quickly trumping words.

“So, do you want to talk about the details of the job?” My eyes flicked down toward the folder on the table.

“Not yet,” Adam replied. “Be patient, blue eyes. I want to order first.”

I drummed my index finger on the table and let out a deep breath. “I asked you to not call me that.” There was no denying it’d be a long evening.

A few minutes later Lyndsie returned with our drinks. “Would y’all like to hear our dinner special?”

“No,” I said as Adam interjected simultaneously, negating my answer.

“Would you quit prolonging this?” I glared at him.

“Come on. I’d love to hear about the amazing special this place has to offer.” Adam leaned back and stretched out his arms on either side of him, resting his elbows on the top of the shoulder-high bench cushion, his hands left dangling, relaxed. “We owe it to Mario’s best waitress here.”

“Ummm…well,” Lyndsie shifted her weight, uncomfortable, “we’ve got a seasonal pumpkin pasta with fennel, sausage, and toasted hazelnuts. It’s pretty rad.”

“That sounds interesting.” Adam adjusted his posture and folded his hands before flashing me a glance. “Now, what would you say about the mood of the pumpkin when you were in the kitchen?”

“The mood?” She blinked with confusion.

“Yeah, the mood. Does it look trustworthy? It’s not one of those white, ghost pumpkins that might disappear when you’re least expecting it to, is it?”

“I don’t know?” Lyndsie furrowed her brow. “It’s a squash.”

“Would you stop!” I snapped. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“What? I want to make sure I can expect my dinner won’t take off on me. It’s a valid question.”

It was my breaking point, and I’d had enough. I wasn’t proud of that moment, but I decided to stoop to Adam’s level. Our poor waitress would be the victim. “Speaking of trust, how’s the lasagna, Lyndsie? It’s supposed to be a comfort food, right?”

“I guess?” Lyndsie said.

“Would you say it’s consoling?” I narrowed my eyes at Adam. “Maybe even understanding in a horrible situation, even?”

“So, should I give y’all a few more minutes to look at the menu?” Lyndsie bit her lip, and it was clear she wanted to pass us off to the waiter across the way.

“I’ll make this easy. We’ll both have the lasagna. No doubt it’s perfect.” I smiled sweetly and handed her both our menus.

“And could I still get those crayons? Maybe a kid’s menu to draw on?” Adam shouted after her as she walked away.

“She’s gonna spit in our food, you know.”

Adam glared at me. “By the way, I hate lasagna.”

“Good.” I took a drink of my water and crunched an ice cube. “Are we going to talk about this job yet or what?” I asked. “Pretty sure Ty isn’t going to be impressed with how you’ve treated me so far.”

“How you’ve been treated? If that’s not the pot calling the kettle black, I don’t know what is.

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