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change topics before I take your sexy ass to the bathroom and we give all these old people heart attacks.” I can’t help but laugh with him. “How about you tell me about yourself first. Haven’t been on one in a while, but I think that’s par for a date.”
    The waitress drops off my milkshake, and I take a sip. “Not much to tell.”
    “I highly doubt that. Let’s start with family.” He leans back in the bench and watches me.
    “My father is really strict. He’s a preacher.” His eyes go wide. “No siblings, my mom died last year.”
    He nods. “Sorry about your mom. Although I have to say, I’m shocked that your father’s a preacher.” He laughs again.
    “Oh yeah? How about you, hot shot?” I mimic his stature.
    “I have a little sister, Lizzie. She’s a pain in my ass. Then I have a brother, Jessie. He’s decent. That’s about it, aside from the club.” He doesn’t mention parents and by the finality of his tone, I don’t ask. “You working?”
    “Um, I was but I’m recently unemployed.” He looks at me, expecting me to elaborate. “Let’s just say I don’t have great customer service skills.”
    His eyes widen in fake shock. “I never would have guessed.” The waitress drops off our food with a smile and he thanks her. “I have a feeling I’ll enjoy this story, please go on.”
    “I was working on Valentine’s Day. It was busy as shit with all these dumb ass love drunk fools spending way too much money on our “love package” which was basically chocolate and flowers for an extra $50. It amazed me how much something as cheesy as that shit gets these girls all doe eyed.” I shake my head as I remember all their star struck faces.
    The Rose Room was the place to come if you were trying to impress your girl on Valentine’s Day. The restaurant was full of velvet lined leather booths and curtains draped all over. To me it always seemed cheesy but girls ate it up.
    “Some girls actually like that, flowers, compliments, dates.” He laughs.
    I can't help but sarcastically chuckle. “Yeah and some of us want to be treated like we have a brain instead of just a pussy that you’re trying to bribe.”
    He chokes on the bite of food he’s eating. “I swear, just when I think you can't say anything else to surprise me. Keep going with your story Miss Independent.”  
    “Well, after three hours of these idiots, I walk up to a table to see one of the bitches from high school I hated. The kind of high-class Malibu Barbie rich bitch that thought her shit smelled like roses. She tried to make me feel like an asshole ’cause I was working and serving her on Valentine's Day, while Richie Rich had her out to dinner. Joke was on her though, because I could tell by the way his eyes scanned the room that he was probably dipping his stick more than a mechanic at a Jiffy Lube.” He cuts me off with his loud laughter, making the people around us turn to look. “Anyway, my friend Missy who got me the job always had this fake $10 ring she wore on her ring finger to keep away the creepers. I asked her for it and told her I’d replace it for her. When Barbie ordered a glass of champagne, I slipped the ring in the bottom and then enjoyed the show.” I can’t help the smile that comes as I remember the smug bitch’s face. “She took a sip, spying the ring and screeched so damn loud I thought the glass might break. She was jumping up yelling yes and clapping the entire time. Richie was sitting there confused as all hell and terrified of the prospect that she thought he wanted her ass around for more than a night.”
    “Holy shit.” His hands scrub his face as he laughs. “Girl, you are one crazy broad. I’ve never in my damn life met a woman like you.”
    I take a huge bite of my burger, enjoying the fact that I seem to have impressed him with my psychotic tendencies.
    A part of me wishes I had met him at a different time.
    In a different life.

Chapter Five
    Twisted
     
     
    It’s been a