want an award for this
statement?
"Really?" she said.
Did he really think that his boring
banter was scoring him any points or was he just stupid?
How long would the unwanted guest stand
there and crowd her space?
In one last gulp, Bianca finished her
second drink and shifted her body away from Rod.
"Now that you've finished your drink,
how about we flee this joint and I take you somewhere
nice?"
He couldn't possibly be
serious.
"Excuse me?" she questioned.
"Let's ditch this place. I can tell you
have something that I want."
She stared at him, disbelief oozing
from her face, certain he could see it, if not feel it. So much she
wanted to let his invitation pass, but she just
couldn't.
"So," she said. "You see something you
like and that means you get to have it? Is that how it
works?"
"Basically, yes," he said confidently
as he gulped down a sip of beer. "So, how about it?" he asked
again.
She found herself thinking, wondering
what her hand would feel like slapped against his face. Though she
was not a violent person, somehow she could make an exception for
Mr. Rod Bigg.
Instead of telling him what she really
thought of him, she said, "I don't think so."
"Are you sure, I'm only going to ask
once."
Once was plenty because she had said
everything to him that she wanted to say. As far as she was
concerned, his questions deserved no more responses.
Bianca stood and hefted her purse upon
her shoulder, and just as she was about to step away, Rod stated
with a faded smile, "You don't know what you're
missing."
Without giving his statement any
thought, she stepped away and stood at the edge of the dance floor
where she enjoyed a better view of the vigorous dancers. When she
glanced back over at the bar, she saw Rod hitting on another woman.
It was people like Rod that kept Bianca from frequenting places
like this. It was her eventful conversation with Rod that helped
her see the evening for what it was―a disastrous night out, soon to
be buried away in her memory forever.
She'd given the night's adventure her
best effort. She endured the loneliness of sitting alone, sipping
drinks to pass the time and the unfortunate experience of being
annoyed by Mr. Bigg. She soon headed for the coatroom and collected
her coat. Just as she was slipping her arms through the sleeves of
her coat, Camina and Michelle approached her.
"You're leaving?" Michelle
asked.
"I'm going to go on home."
"Are you sure you don't want to stay a
little longer?" Michelle asked her. "You haven't even danced
yet."
Camina interjected. "Let her go. If she
doesn't want to stay, we can't make her."
"I'll call you tomorrow, Michelle, but
I'm going to go anyway."
"Now I feel bad," Michelle said to
Bianca.
"Please don't," Bianca said.
This must have been the highlight of
the evening for Camina as she now had concrete proof that Bianca
was not like she and Michelle at all. They were in a completely
different class. They were first-class as she was coach all the
way.
Upon reaching the outside, Bianca was
overcome with a sense of relief. The autumn air was just what she
needed as it always had a way of lessening the potent effects of
the alcohol in her system, something she was attuned to from lots
of experience.
She stood at the corner of Dearborn and
Ontario and flagged down a taxi. Though she made up her mind to go
straight home as she sat in the back seat of the taxi, she decided
to drop by Lee's place, if only to cleanse herself of her spoiled
evening.
At Lee's classy high-rise in the Gold
Coast, the doorman helped Bianca from the taxi and escorted her
inside. Through the revolving doors and across the marble floors,
Bianca headed towards the front desk and waited for the security
guard to announce her arrival to Lee.
Bianca stepped off the elevator and Lee
awaited her, wearing a dark suit fit for a prince.
"Hey, Sunshine," he said. "What do I
owe the pleasure of this surprise visit?"
His exquisite attire this time of
evening aroused
statement?
"Really?" she said.
Did he really think that his boring
banter was scoring him any points or was he just stupid?
How long would the unwanted guest stand
there and crowd her space?
In one last gulp, Bianca finished her
second drink and shifted her body away from Rod.
"Now that you've finished your drink,
how about we flee this joint and I take you somewhere
nice?"
He couldn't possibly be
serious.
"Excuse me?" she questioned.
"Let's ditch this place. I can tell you
have something that I want."
She stared at him, disbelief oozing
from her face, certain he could see it, if not feel it. So much she
wanted to let his invitation pass, but she just
couldn't.
"So," she said. "You see something you
like and that means you get to have it? Is that how it
works?"
"Basically, yes," he said confidently
as he gulped down a sip of beer. "So, how about it?" he asked
again.
She found herself thinking, wondering
what her hand would feel like slapped against his face. Though she
was not a violent person, somehow she could make an exception for
Mr. Rod Bigg.
Instead of telling him what she really
thought of him, she said, "I don't think so."
"Are you sure, I'm only going to ask
once."
Once was plenty because she had said
everything to him that she wanted to say. As far as she was
concerned, his questions deserved no more responses.
Bianca stood and hefted her purse upon
her shoulder, and just as she was about to step away, Rod stated
with a faded smile, "You don't know what you're
missing."
Without giving his statement any
thought, she stepped away and stood at the edge of the dance floor
where she enjoyed a better view of the vigorous dancers. When she
glanced back over at the bar, she saw Rod hitting on another woman.
It was people like Rod that kept Bianca from frequenting places
like this. It was her eventful conversation with Rod that helped
her see the evening for what it was―a disastrous night out, soon to
be buried away in her memory forever.
She'd given the night's adventure her
best effort. She endured the loneliness of sitting alone, sipping
drinks to pass the time and the unfortunate experience of being
annoyed by Mr. Bigg. She soon headed for the coatroom and collected
her coat. Just as she was slipping her arms through the sleeves of
her coat, Camina and Michelle approached her.
"You're leaving?" Michelle
asked.
"I'm going to go on home."
"Are you sure you don't want to stay a
little longer?" Michelle asked her. "You haven't even danced
yet."
Camina interjected. "Let her go. If she
doesn't want to stay, we can't make her."
"I'll call you tomorrow, Michelle, but
I'm going to go anyway."
"Now I feel bad," Michelle said to
Bianca.
"Please don't," Bianca said.
This must have been the highlight of
the evening for Camina as she now had concrete proof that Bianca
was not like she and Michelle at all. They were in a completely
different class. They were first-class as she was coach all the
way.
Upon reaching the outside, Bianca was
overcome with a sense of relief. The autumn air was just what she
needed as it always had a way of lessening the potent effects of
the alcohol in her system, something she was attuned to from lots
of experience.
She stood at the corner of Dearborn and
Ontario and flagged down a taxi. Though she made up her mind to go
straight home as she sat in the back seat of the taxi, she decided
to drop by Lee's place, if only to cleanse herself of her spoiled
evening.
At Lee's classy high-rise in the Gold
Coast, the doorman helped Bianca from the taxi and escorted her
inside. Through the revolving doors and across the marble floors,
Bianca headed towards the front desk and waited for the security
guard to announce her arrival to Lee.
Bianca stepped off the elevator and Lee
awaited her, wearing a dark suit fit for a prince.
"Hey, Sunshine," he said. "What do I
owe the pleasure of this surprise visit?"
His exquisite attire this time of
evening aroused
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