onfused much like I was when I first heard it.
“His last name is Polinski, so they call him Marco Polo,” I say.
It takes all of a second before she’s holding her stomach while she laughs. She’s definitely drunk. Maybe that’s why she’s a bit on the bitchy side? Or maybe she’s just too nervous? “Marco,” she laughs.
“Polo,” Marc answers, sending her into hysterics again. He seems mesmerized by her. I don’t get it. They have obviously not hit it off. But he must see something I don’t. The moment she calms down, she starts laughing again after glancing at Marc. “Go on a date with me.”
Lizzy immediately stops laughing. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“Yes!” Sylvia shouts. “She says yes.”
“I do not.” Lizzy shakes her head.
“You said if there was a spark, you’d let me set you up,” Sylvia says.
“There’s no spark,” Lizzy insists. There’s something going on for Marc to ask her out. I don’t think he’s even been on a date since I met him. “There’s not!” Lizzy exclaims. She looks to Scott for help. He says something to her, I can’t make out what, but after some back and forth, she turns to Marc. “Okay.” To Scott, she says, “Now take me home.”
“I’ll take you,” Marc quickly says.
“She’d love that,” Sylvia answers for her once again.
“He’s been drinking,” Lizzy replies.
Marc grins, says, “Haven’t touched it,” and lifts his beer to prove it.
After a moment, Lizzy gives in. “Fine.”
Marc puts his arm around her shoulders again and says, “See you guys later,” as he begins to lead her away.
“Did he pay for his beer?” Noah asks the waitress as she brings him another water since he has to drive home. She shakes her head and he hands her some cash to cover it.
“Aw, you’re such a good friend,” I tell him.
“He’ll just have to buy me a beer when he eventually takes us out to dinner. You ready to go?”
I want to discuss Lizzy with Sylvia some more, but Noah has never asked if I was ready to leave before, so I’m assuming he’s tired and ready to go. “Sure,” I answer. Poor Leo is probably ready for us to be home, too.
The ride home seems to take too long. I start yawning and realize I’m tired too. We’re completely surprised to find Marc’s truck pulling into an empty parking space on the other side of my car. What is he doing here?
“What’s up?” Noah asks once we’re all out of our vehicles.
“I found her,” Marc answers.
“What? Who is she?” Noah asks, like he knows what’s going on.
Well, I don’t! “Who are we talking about?”
“It’s Elizabeth,” Marc says.
Okay, that tells me nothing.
“No shit. Really?” Noah seems surprised, and I do not like being the only one who is clueless.
“Can someone please fill me in?” My question is more of a demand than anything.
“Let’s go inside,” Noah says. As we walk to the elevators, he starts explaining things to me. “Marco met someone at the Halloween party, had sex with her in his truck, but she ran away. He asked a few of the guys about her, but no one remembered seeing her. He’s been obsessively thinking about her ever since. Turns out, the girl from the party is Lizzy. You’re all caught up.”