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Almost mean, like she had embarrassed him.
    She suddenly wanted to flee but she
kept his stare and he just keep staring at her then
mouthed, his eyes still on her, “Alright, quit clownin', the girl has taste,
you going to fault her for that?”
    Still staring at her so seriously,
he tore his gaze away from her, started the music back up and began whispering
back and forth with Jeff.
     
    Jordy had never wanted to disappear
so badly in her life. But she just waited for what seemed like an eternity and
the music stopped.
    She couldn’t even hear it.
    She was embarrassed and wanted to
leave. Why did he stare at her so intently? It hurt her that he looked at her
like he was mad.
    What the fuck?
    What am I doing here?
    She got up abruptly and grabbed her
cell phone. She told Jessie she was going to make a call and left the room.
     
    “I will. I am trying to tell you.
Now listen, Tony, let’s not fight. I will tell you everything tomorrow, okay?
Meet me at Schaffer’s at five, alright? Alright? Okay, see you tomorrow.”
     
    “And what will you say?” Tite
asked, stepping up behind her.
    She wheeled around on one foot and
damn near smacked into him.
    The stress of the conversation
still on her face, she boldly stated, “I am not discussing him with you at
all.”
    It was rude, she knew it, but he
was putting her in this position.
    “I am sorry, I mean, let’s not talk
about it, k?” She blushed, a little remembering what an ass she had made of
herself earlier.
    “Yep.”
    He looked bored, she hated that.
    Then, why, if she’s so damned
uninteresting, was she here?
    This guy would be the death of her.
    “So follow me, you crazy, drunken
insurance lady. Let’s eat,” he said, teasing again.
    “It’s a Xanax,” she blurted out,
without thinking.
    He turned around and faced her
squarely. Studied her for a long minute, then smiled, turned back around and
started walking.
    “Okay, two Xanax,” she smiled at
his back, knowing he was smiling too. They went down the long hall to what
looked like a lounge room with a small kitchen.
    “Do you like Italian?”
    “Not really. I hate spaghetti.”
Fuck, Jordy, could you be any more rude ? She quickly
corrected herself, “I eat lasagna once in a while.” They walked on until they
reached a set of long couches where the food was already there and waiting for
them. It was nothing fancy and certainly nothing romantic, just food sitting in
tins with plastic ware and bottled waters.
    “ It’s salad and fettuccine,” he said, as if he didn’t give a damn what she liked.
     
    “Now, I like the white stuff,” she
drooled. She wasn’t eating a damn thing this time. Stop feeding me, Tite. Damn
food again. This time she was sure she would throw up.
     
    “So, mouse pusher, how was your
mouse pushing day?”
    “It was a day. Some crazy asshole with
a horrible accent called me trying to make my life hell.”
    “Did he succeed?”
    “Yes.”
    “Well then, you had a Monday.”
    “I guess I did.”
    “Well, Tuesday might be better,” he
muttered through a mouthful of fettuccine.
    She opened the tin and saw a salad.
    Thank you, God.
    She smiled to herself. She began to
pick at her salad, taking only small bites and setting
her fork back down after each one.
     
    He looked at her like she was an
alien. She was so uncomfortable. He could tell. He was too. He didn’t like being
forced to make conversation. This was not his usual way of doing this. He knew
she wasn’t totally innocent, but she seemed that way to him. She was a good
girl.
    “Eat your food, Jordy. The girl I
met mowed down two pancakes in three minutes,” he smirked.
     
    “She was a drunken ass,” Jordy
replied quickly.
    “She was you, Jordy, and from what
I can see, you have no ass at all,” he started laughing and almost choked and
had to take a drink of water to keep from doing so.
    “Alright. You enjoying yourself?”
she said a little testy, but teasing too.
    “Sorry, you have no ass. I