“I don't know if this will even work. I don't want to get your hopes up too much,” I said, sitting quietly for a moment, watching him pet my dog.
“It's something. Even if it doesn't work, it is something. A plan, a possibility. It is so much better than not having anything,” he said. His hand stopped petting Shadow's head and stayed still. “Really, thank you, Holly.”
I beamed. Andrew always made me feel special.
“You're welcome. How does tomorrow at six sound?” I asked, opening my phone. He nodded, grabbing a couple pieces of paper and trying to toss them into the wastebasket. “I'll make reservations with Britney. Do you want to call Luke and invite him to dinner?”
Andrew stopped throwing the balls of paper, grinned at the thought of our idea going into motion, and picked up his phone.
Chapter 4
A fox sniffed the air, turning its tail at the acrid smell. Rabbits’ noses twitched as they debated running or hiding from the implacable foe. A small black bear raised up on his hind paws, sniffing the air before lumbering away. Two deer hurried past the bear, the fear of flames gleaming in their dark eyes. The crackle and pop of the fire chased them all slowly, eating away at their homes without mercy.
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I got to the restaurant early, sliding into a seat at the corner of the bar. I shrugged out of my jacket, hanging it on the back of my chair. It was warm in the restaurant, and I soaked up the heat after coming in from the cold. The night sky outside threatened snow, and the temperature was dropping quickly.
“Hey, honey. You ready for tonight? I almost feel giddy, like I'm in on a big secret,” Britney said with a giggle as she slipped behind the bar. She handed me a diet Coke, leaning against the bar. I grinned at her.
“I'm a little nervous, and I'm not even the one doing anything,” I said, sipping on my soda.
“You and me both. Can I get an order of nachos?” Eli answered right behind me. I jumped, startled since I hadn't seen him come in.
“I already put your order in. They'll be out in five minutes. You two should go to your booth—they should be here soon,” Britney said, glancing toward the entrance of the restaurant.
I grabbed my drink and scooted off to the booth with Eli. I sat with my back to the table where Andrew and Luke were going to be, but I could see everything in the mirror hanging on the wall. It was an advertisement for some sort of tequila, but it meant that I would be able to see their reflections and be close enough to hear the conversation. With the design of the restaurant, the parents wouldn't be able to see us, but I would be able to see them. Britney carefully set a bowl of complementary chips and salsa on the table, making sure we were all settled. We were going to be her easiest table that night.
Eli shifted in his seat as Andrew and his mom walked in. Audrey hung her coat on the back of her chair, shaking some snow out of her dark brown hair. She looked relatively calm and relaxed, making me wonder if Andrew had told her exactly whom they were meeting for dinner. Andrew sat next to her, playing with the napkin-rolled utensils. He caught my eye in the mirror and smiled, but he looked nervous. My foot started to tap impatiently.
Luke walked in next, dusting the snow off his shoulders and stomping his feet on the entryway carpet. Ray was close behind, rubbing his hands up and down his arms. The restaurant was relatively quiet for a weekday evening, but Luke was still careful as he slipped between tables to sit across from Andrew. Audrey had her nose deep in the menu and didn't see them walk up to the table. Ray noticed her first, freezing at his chair, his jacket still on, staring at Audrey. I couldn't see his face, but it was obvious Luke hadn't told Ray that Audrey was going to be there.
Luke's chair scraped against the floor as he sat down and opened the menu, and Audrey lowered hers to greet him. Her face paled, flushed, and paled again as she became painfully flustered. Ray sat down slowly, his jacket still on as he picked up a menu and carefully hid behind it. Audrey turned toward Andrew and shot him a look. If looks could kill, I thought. Her whole face contorted with displeasure. Andrew dove behind his menu, using it like a shield against his mother's glare.
“Ray, how nice to see you. Andrew didn't tell me you were joining us. He just said dinner with Luke.” Audrey's voice was polite, but cold.
“Luke forgot to mention you as well,” Ray answered with equal politeness, turning his head slightly to glare at Luke. "I thought it was just supposed to be the two of us, Luke. That's why Tyler didn't come." Luke sat nonchalantly looking at his menu, running a finger down the list of burritos.
“I think I am going to get the number seventeen combo tonight. What are you all getting?” Luke asked everyone at the table, lowering his menu and smiling like they had had dinner together hundreds of times.
“I think I am getting the number four, with chicken. Though that number seventeen does sound pretty delicious. Would anyone like to split some guacamole with me?” Andrew chirped back, flipping back and forth between two pages. There was a moment of silence as he waited for an answer, but both parents just stared intently at their menus pretending the other didn't exist. I could hear the sports reporter mumbling on the TV in the bar.
“The guac here is pretty good—I'll have some. Dad and I like mixing it with the salsa,” Luke said, trying to restart the conversation. The two parents hid silently behind their menus. Andrew and I exchanged worried glances through the mirror. This wasn't going as well as we had hoped.
“Welcome, Millers and Wests! What can I get you all to drink?” Britney asked cheerfully as she put chips and salsa down on the table.
“Margarita for me, please,” Luke requested a little too quickly, his tone betraying his confident attitude. Britney nodded, wrote Luke’s order on a pad and waited.
“Water,” Ray and Audrey both answered at the same time. Both of them kept their eyes firmly on their menus. Andrew sighed and ordered a lemonade and the guacamole. Britney smiled her waitress smile, exchanging looks with Andrew and Luke. Luke nodded slightly, and Britney headed toward the kitchen. I watched their silence in the mirror, trying to think of something that would help the situation.
“Nachos,” Britney broke in cheerfully, placing the big plate in front of Eli. He licked his lips and dug in, cheese and re-fried beans spilling onto the table. I shook my head, and looked up at Britney.
“I think some tequila is needed over there,” I said quietly nodding my head in the direction of their table.
She nodded, leaning in to whisper. “Bartender is already on it. I told him make three margaritas and to make them doubles.” She glanced behind her at their table, Audrey and Ray still hidden by menus. She shook her head and headed to the bar, picking up the waters, lemonade, and guacamole.
“Here's your guacamole. Margaritas on the way, but I thought I would get your meal orders in to the kitchen,” Britney said to the table, getting her pen ready. Andrew started and Britney jotted down their orders and took their menus. Without their menu shields, Audrey and Ray looked uneasily around the room, avoiding any sort of eye contact.
“This feels awkward even from over here,” Eli whispered to me. I nodded, sipping on my drink. I suddenly felt like putting my coat over my shoulders; the ice between Audrey and Ray was chilling the whole room. Britney hurried off to the kitchen. Andrew and Luke kept trying to keep a conversation going, but were stalling on the lack of input.
“All right folks, three margaritas,” Britney said as she returned to the table, cheerfully setting the giant cups down on the table.
“I didn't order a margarita,” Audrey said slowly. Britney played her part perfectly, her smile falling off her face like she truly had made a mistake.
“Oh no! Well, I can't bring them back to the bar.” Britney bit her lip and pouted. “I guess they are on me, then. Enjoy!” Britney grabbed an empty chip bowl and darted away before they could say anything.
Audrey and Ray stared at the drinks for a full minute before Audrey reached out and grabbed one, taking a sip. Ray followed suit, taking a long draw on his straw. Their silence was deafening. Instead of talking, the two just sat sipping their margaritas, pretending the other person didn't exist.
A big man walked by, recognizing Ray and interrupting the silence. He put his hand on Ray's shoulder and boomed, “Ray West! It's good to see you. How ya doing? I heard about the divorce- been there. Sucks."
Ray turned slowly to face him, making a grimacing smile, trying to be polite but obviously uncomfortable at being called out. The big man continued, oblivious to Ray's discomfort. "Some of the guys are getting together for the game tomorrow, if you're interested. Get ya away from it all.”
“Thanks, Nate. I'll give you a call later to let you know,” he said quickly, taking a sip of his drink. He squirmed slightly in his chair as the big man grinned and said goodbye. Audrey’s eyes followed Nate as he walked to the bar and greeted another group of people, inviting them to the game as well. She bit her lip as she processed her thoughts. She moved her straw to the side and took a big gulp of her drink, a sprinkle of salt sticking to her cheek as she set the glass down.
“You got a divorce?” Audrey asked.
“Yeah,” Ray answered slowly, surprised that Audrey was speaking to him. “I thought the whole town knew by now.”
“I didn't know. I'm sorry to hear it. I thought you and Barb were happy,” Audrey said carefully. She looked up thoughtfully at him, her face losing the hard edges and disdain. I noticed her margarita glass was half empty, so I caught Britney's eye and made a drinking motion. She winked and scuttled off to the bar for refills.
“Apparently not happy enough. But thank you for your concern,” Ray replied, his voice unreadable. The table went quiet again, but it didn't feel quite as cold anymore. Ray cleared his throat and asked politely, “I hear you're working at the clinic?”
“Just part time right now. I was thinking I might start teaching one of the nursing assistant classes down at the community college, though.” She smiled at him. I cheered a little that the ice was breaking between them. I could have run over and kissed Nate for getting them started. Andrew's face in the mirror was priceless. The look of surprise was adorable.
“You would make a great teacher,” Ray's words slurred a little, but Audrey didn't notice. She batted her eyelashes at him. “No really, you would,” he flirted. I wished I could see Luke's face, because his back was stiff as a board, as though someone had poured cold water down his spine. Between his back and Andrew's expression, I was having a hard time not laughing at their reactions to their parents’ sudden attempts at flirting.
I relaxed back into my seat, watching with amusement as the two parents talked like they were back in grade school. I kept expecting Ray to get up and pull Audrey's ponytail at any moment. Audrey sipped gently on her straw, laughing at any joke that Ray told. I had never really thought of her as pretty before, but as she sat smiling at Ray, I could see why both Ray and Mr. Miller had fallen for her. That's when it struck me—I had never seen her smile like that before. It was her smile that made her beauty, and when she put it on, she was gorgeous.