The remainder of the day went by quickly. We picked up my overnight bag at Amy's house. That was fun, and I say that jokingly. Amy was shocked I had never made it back to her place. She was further puzzled when she saw him carrying my bag out of the apartment and holding my hand as we left. I know she is going to want details and soon.
We somehow ended up at Pizza Parlor. It was almost dinner time and Tommy said his tummy was growling and craving pizza. Once inside we decided to sit at a booth. He was going to sit beside me but decided to sit across from me. He said he wanted to be able to look at me the entire time we talked. We decided on a classic thin crust pizza with pepperoni and half with mushroom for me.
The waitress brought our plates for the salad bar. He told me to go ahead and he would stay with my purse. I wasn't gone very long, but it was long enough for Chelsea to sit next to Tommy in the booth. I walk up to the booth and take my seat across from Tommy. She was seated as close to him as possible. She even had her hand on his thigh. Yes, I was taking in the entire view.
Tommy was unsure what to do or say, so I spoke up.
"I got my soup and salad, so it's your turn Tommy." I say this with a nonchalant smile. He clues in on what I have just said and starts to scoot out of the booth hoping Chelsea gets the hint. She does, and gets to her feet quickly. He walks away quickly. Chelsea takes her seat across from me and makes herself comfortable.
"Veronica, how have you been? I saw you last night and you didn't look too good." I know what she is trying to do. I can handle this. I think.
"I am doing well. Actually last night I didn't feel well, but Tommy took care of me. It was a rough night, but after a few hours of sleep, and the great breakfast I made us, I am feeling well. Tommy made sure of this." She is staring at me and digesting my words.
"You made breakfast? I didn't know you cooked." Tommy returns to the table with his soup and salad. And I see he has cornbread. Damn, I forgot to grab a piece of the sweet cornbread. He is standing in front of the table and is conflicted on where to sit. I immediately scoot over so he can sit next to me. Once seated we are both staring at Chelsea.
"Yes, I can definitely cook. Tommy loved my chorizo and egg tacos. Didn't you Tommy?" I grab a crouton from my salad and dip it in ranch dressing and move it in front of Tommy's mouth and he opens up and lets me pop it in his mouth. He smiles as he is chewing. I lean over and lay my head on his arm. Chelsea is grinning in a sly manner. It is then that I feel Tommy's hand on my thigh and he gives it a squeeze.
"So Chelsea are you here with anyone we know?" He says this as he is now running his fingers up and down my thigh. and along the bottom hem of my khaki shorts. I don't flinch or push him away. I know he is trying to get a reaction out of me. He is going to be shocked here in a second.
"Oh I am here with Sylvia, and Kathy and few others from last night. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Last night you looked really frazzled when you saw me sitting on Tommy's lap." She says all of this while looking directly at Tommy. Then finally looks at me and says, "You look okay now. Right?" Yup that was all she needed to say for me to throw it back at her.
I grab Tommy's hand off my thigh and lift it and intertwine my fingers in his. He is looking at me and smiling. I lean in and kiss him. He kisses back. Once finished, I look in Chelsea's directions.
"I am more than okay. Actually WE are more than okay, right Tommy? It was a long night, but we are OK." At this point Tommy is eating his salad and grinning between bites. Chelsea's face is priceless. She is trying to figure out what exactly happened last night. Our friend Sylvia calls Tracy to come back to their table. Chelsea rises and stands tall and thrusting her cleavage out towards Tommy. She strokes his hand that is sitting on the table.
"Call me Tommy, we need to talk. Or come over tonight." He moves his hand from under hers and grabs his napkin and wipes his mouth.
"Uh, we haven't figured out our plans for the weekend. If we have time, we might stop by." He looks over at me and shrugs his shoulder then says to me, "Maybe if we have time, right?" Her eyes are bugged out by the word 'We'.
"Sure, if we have time. But we will let you know. Bye Chelsea, enjoy your dinner. Oh and tell everyone We said hi." I can't believe I just said that to her. I return back to my salad and she huffs off to her table. All eyes are on us now. She is sitting at the table where she can see our every move. I am about to give her a show. I give him a long peck on his neck. He is smiling and turning red. I now don't know what next to do, but luckily for me here comes the waitress with our pizza. I soon forget about what is roaming in my mind over and over. The word We.
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