Tiffany
There are two things I discover when I get on the phone with Laurene: my friend is at the cafe I went to with Larry weeks ago and two, I miss him desperately. Wrong. I keep thinking about him, especially since he saw me naked. When I stepped out of the bathroom, his eyes searched mine and then went down until I got an orgasm just from him watching me. How that is possible is still making me confused. Of course, he'd apologized and walked out but oh my goodness! I wanted him at that moment.
For now, I decide that what I'm about to do is important and I have to make it all work out. I reckon a day without thinking of him might be possible if I put all my mind into working and so
I decided to meet the bridal professional at the café, I know Larry will be out of my head for the rest of the day. Little Larry is already at school and Larry went to work which leaves me with this. I'd made plans with Laurene to join me when the bridal professional sent me an email.
Laurene waves at me from the door of the café when I come around. We don’t hug but I want to, almost. Inside the café, the smell of coffee hits me hard and my stomach rumbles. It is how I know I am hungry and in need of something strong enough to hold me like the ruthlessly handsome Larry.
What is wrong with me, I think.
Laurene is with me when we find the lady seated at the far end of the café. I slide into the booth while Laurene sits next and in front of the bridal professional and the wedding planner, I forget about Larry altogether. I have read the documents Larry gave me too many times to know the names of both ladies. Charlotte, who is the bridal professional, eyes me through overly long lashes while her fingers tap rhythmically on the table and I hold my breath and count to ten. Alexandra, the wedding planner, sits beside her and looks exhausted but satisfied.
“I’m Tiffany,” I say and push my hands out for a handshake. “And this is my best friend, Laurene.”