Now I’m Nothing PT 11

I can tell by Carmen’s expression this is not at all what she thought I had planned. Good. I like to be spontaneous. At least I like trying, anyway I can’t believe we are gonna do this just her and me and nothing in between. I start of playing Jack Johnson. Carmen first got me into him when we moved in together. I made the dumb assumption that she only liked dance music and pop stuff, but that girl new her shit when it came to music. Her head perks up when she hears the first chords coming thru the speakers.

“Is this the new album?”

“Yeah I didn’t know if you heard so I took the chance, I figured you like it either way.”

“Cool and this will be the first time I’m hearing it.”

I walk back to the table. The chef comes out and he looks like the red headed dude from the cooking channel. He lets us know what he’s starting with. Coffee for Carmen and espresso for me. Carmen is having trouble choosing between eggs Florentine or pancakes. She goes for the protein. Me I have a bowl of lucky charms. The red headed dude does not seem amused, but Carmen is and that’s all I really care about. He’s off to the kitchen in a huff and finally we are alone.

“So, have you thought about what you wanted to ask me?”

“Yes and no.”

 “Ok. That’s fair. How about I ask you something to break the ice?”

“That wasn’t part of the plan but go ahead.”

“Tell me about the girl you where seeing.”

“Oh you mean, Sascha. Well I met her at club and we um tried to have a thing. I just moved to New York and I didn’t know anyone and I think that I really just used her to teach me the subway system. Wow that’s pretty fucked up now that I think about it. We went out had fun. You know, um she wanted to go the next level and I got bored with her constant nagging. I left her apt and never went back.”