Sergio, Out!
After an uneventful, alien-less day at work, I received a call from Sergio, asking me out to dinner at the Pelican. “Fine,” I thought. Maybe I should just give in and start dating this twerp. He *was* the first person who’d talked to me when I arrived here, but he’s just so … so… Sergio.
Anyway, it’s a nice evening out.
I got in line to book a table, and the place started filling up.
I mean, it’s like everyone arrived at the restaurant at exactly the same time. Odd.
Anyway, we ordered and had a good chat. Maybe, Serge isn’t such a twerp after all.
I was telling Sergio about my day at the lab, explaining a little bit about my latest experiments, when he stood up suddenly.
“Uh… just a sec Jeanette, I just…”
“I mean, I um… I need to…”
“Now where’s my … it’s just…”
He left the restaurant, and just kept going. I could still hear him mumbling as he walked away.
Fricken’ jerk. You’re dead to me, Serge.
I paid the bill (thanks Sergio!), and went home to bed.