Dinner was taking place at the one restaurant in town that did not rely on loud 90s alt-rock to create an atmosphere. As sad as Deck was to not eat a hamburger to the charming tones of Matchbox 20, he was more than pleased to actually hear what Amy was trying to tell him.
“I still can’t believe Carmichael tried to pull that crap at work,” Amy said before taking a bite of pilaf.
“I think you should probably key his car,” Deck said.
“I can’t key his ca- Wait! Oh crap,” Amy finished her bite and stared over Deck’s shoulder. “The couple that just walked in. I used to work with him.”
Deck looked over his shoulder to try to catch a glimpse of the entry way where he presumed the subject of Amy’s statement stood.
“Don’t look, you big dummy,” Amy instructed. “What do I do? We worked in the same general area for three years. I haven’t even kept in Facebook contact though. Do I wave? Do the fake ‘Oh my god! Jerry?!” greeting on our way out?”
Deck started to offer advice. “You could-” he didn’t get very far.
“This is weird. I’m pretty sure he’s the guy who kept stealing pens too. Should I bring that up?” Amy wondered.
“Probably good to avoid accusations of petty crime at a fish restaurant,” Deck said as he devoured a crab stuffed mushroom.
“No. Nope, you know what, we’re leaving. I’ll get boxes, we’ll go home and watch Princess Bride and never speak of this moment again,” Amy plotted.
“I know you’re freaking out right now and the newness of this type of social interaction is making you nervous, but that plan sounds awesome so I’m going to go along with it,” Deck said.
The waiter was flagged down and take-away boxes were filled. A quick drive and a few minutes later, an ROUS was pouncing a pirate and Deck and Amy finished their meals in their pajamas on a couch.
“This was the right call,” Deck said.
Amy grimaced. A fork in one hand, her phone in the other, she screamed a little as she read her screen. “Another former coworker just commented on a post from Jerry, from the restaurant earlier,” Amy started.
“I do remember Jerry, yes,” Deck said.
“Jerry posted ‘Just saw an old coworker. Decided to hide instead of talk to her. Forgot her name. Think she recognized me too. #Awkward’ How could he forget my name? Jerry’s not a nice person. I’m going to comment.” Amy said.
“Now would be a good time to bring up the pen thing,” Deck said.
“Oh! That’ll cut deep too. Nice one, sweetie,” Amy started typing.
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