I have an idea for my novel. Not sure if it will make it into the final cut but I thought you'd like something to read...another post about my writing if you will. Does that make sense?
Anyway, enjoy!
Rubbing my tired eyes I hesitantly made my way towards the table where Adam sat alone, a small smile on his lips. He quirked an eyebrow at me when he noticed I was making my way towards him. When I reached the table I stared at his face for a few moments, unsure of how to start the conversation.
“Well, aren’t you going to ask for my order?” Adam quipped, smirking at me, his eyes dancing with amusement.
My eyes narrowed in response and I scowled. I wasn’t going to apologize now! “Yes. What can I get you?” I snapped at him.
Adam began to tap his fingers on one another, leaning back slightly in his chair, “Well, what would my lovely hostess recommend? You seem to know what is delicious here. I’d love to hear any suggestion you have.”
I opened my mouth to respond but ended up looking like floundering fish for a moment. In annoyance I snapped my mouth shut again and took a deep breath. Adam laughed.
“I seem to have that affect on people,” he remarked cheerfully. “If it helps I already know what I want to order.”
I sent him a glare and placed the tip of my pen to the pad of paper, nodding my head curtly, waiting for him to continue. I refused to attempt to say anything. He seemed to take delight in provoking me.
“The only thing I’d like is two slices of cheesecake with strawberries, and two forks. And of course I’d love to have a ‘date’ to share it with.” Adam smirked at me.
A wicked smirk appeared on my face, “Let’s see,” I began, “You want two slices of cheesecake with strawberries and two forks?”
Adam nodded his head, his eyes twinkling. He was baiting me.
“And as for the “date”,” I emphasized the term, “I’m afraid that we don’t provide such services at this establishment.”
Adam stared blankly at me for a moment and then burst into laughter. Other customers and servers turned to look at us, “Ah indeed you do not! Brava Jenna.” Adam leaned forward on his elbows, “What about you though? Would you care to be my “date”,” her remarked using his fingers to make the quote signs in the air.
“Unfortunately, I’m not for hire as a date,” I deadpanned.
For the second time, Adam was stumped into silence. His eyes, however, danced with amusement. After a moment he cleared his throat and reclined back into his chair.
“Finally!” he crowed, “You’ve stepped up to the challenge! I was beginning to feel like you’d never catch on.”
Now I was confused, “Excuse me? What exactly am I catching onto?”
“The competition. I knew you weren’t a doormat. You’ve got some spunk in you!”
I was flabbergasted, “This is a game to you?!” I screeched lowly, “You’re purposely being a jerk just to get a rise out of me? What’s wrong with you!”
Adam laughed lightly, “Nothing’s wrong with me. I just need to get a rise out of you. Get the blood pumping. You need to expand your thoughts and try to socialize.”
“So you call socializing patronizing another person you literally run into the day before?” I shot him a glare.
Adam stopped for a moment and regarded my expression and then without a word he nodded his head and smirked.
‘What a jerk!’ I fumed silently as I turned on my heel and swiftly walked back to the kitchen. I refused to speak another word to the man unless I had to
Anyway, enjoy!
Rubbing my tired eyes I hesitantly made my way towards the table where Adam sat alone, a small smile on his lips. He quirked an eyebrow at me when he noticed I was making my way towards him. When I reached the table I stared at his face for a few moments, unsure of how to start the conversation.
“Well, aren’t you going to ask for my order?” Adam quipped, smirking at me, his eyes dancing with amusement.
My eyes narrowed in response and I scowled. I wasn’t going to apologize now! “Yes. What can I get you?” I snapped at him.
Adam began to tap his fingers on one another, leaning back slightly in his chair, “Well, what would my lovely hostess recommend? You seem to know what is delicious here. I’d love to hear any suggestion you have.”
I opened my mouth to respond but ended up looking like floundering fish for a moment. In annoyance I snapped my mouth shut again and took a deep breath. Adam laughed.
“I seem to have that affect on people,” he remarked cheerfully. “If it helps I already know what I want to order.”
I sent him a glare and placed the tip of my pen to the pad of paper, nodding my head curtly, waiting for him to continue. I refused to attempt to say anything. He seemed to take delight in provoking me.
“The only thing I’d like is two slices of cheesecake with strawberries, and two forks. And of course I’d love to have a ‘date’ to share it with.” Adam smirked at me.
A wicked smirk appeared on my face, “Let’s see,” I began, “You want two slices of cheesecake with strawberries and two forks?”
Adam nodded his head, his eyes twinkling. He was baiting me.
“And as for the “date”,” I emphasized the term, “I’m afraid that we don’t provide such services at this establishment.”
Adam stared blankly at me for a moment and then burst into laughter. Other customers and servers turned to look at us, “Ah indeed you do not! Brava Jenna.” Adam leaned forward on his elbows, “What about you though? Would you care to be my “date”,” her remarked using his fingers to make the quote signs in the air.
“Unfortunately, I’m not for hire as a date,” I deadpanned.
For the second time, Adam was stumped into silence. His eyes, however, danced with amusement. After a moment he cleared his throat and reclined back into his chair.
“Finally!” he crowed, “You’ve stepped up to the challenge! I was beginning to feel like you’d never catch on.”
Now I was confused, “Excuse me? What exactly am I catching onto?”
“The competition. I knew you weren’t a doormat. You’ve got some spunk in you!”
I was flabbergasted, “This is a game to you?!” I screeched lowly, “You’re purposely being a jerk just to get a rise out of me? What’s wrong with you!”
Adam laughed lightly, “Nothing’s wrong with me. I just need to get a rise out of you. Get the blood pumping. You need to expand your thoughts and try to socialize.”
“So you call socializing patronizing another person you literally run into the day before?” I shot him a glare.
Adam stopped for a moment and regarded my expression and then without a word he nodded his head and smirked.
‘What a jerk!’ I fumed silently as I turned on my heel and swiftly walked back to the kitchen. I refused to speak another word to the man unless I had to
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