“Um . . . yeah,” I said. “He is.”
“Oh, okay.” She smiled. “That’s what I figured. You guys have this really great energy. But I’m asking because my friend thinks he’s so hot, but I didn’t want her to make a fool of herself by asking him out.”
“Well, that’s nice of you,” I said. “But . . . yeah. Sorry. He’s taken.”
“I told her he was. But couldn’t hurt to ask.” She shut the faucet off and stepped around me to get the paper towels. She pulled one out of the dispenser, handed it to me, then took another for herself.
“Thanks,” I said.
“No problem. You guys have a good night.”
“We will; you too.”
She left the bathroom and I finished drying my hands off, then balled the paper towel up and tossed it into the trash. Had that just happened? Did a stranger just approach me to ask about my boyfriend? Who wasn’t actually my boyfriend, but he wasn’t not my boyfriend, either.
I walked back out into the dining room, past the table that girl was sitting at with two other friends. I tried to figure out which one it was that had wanted to ask Ian out, but I had no clue. Really, for all I knew, it could’ve been the girl in the bathroom who was really interested in him and she was just saying it like that because she didn’t want me to know it was her. She caught my eye as I walked past and gave me a little smile; I returned it, feeling almost giddy. These sorts of things just didn’t happen to me, but it seemed like since I’d met Ian, I was getting to experience all sorts of new things.
As I approached our table, I could see Caroline, laughing at something Ian had just said. I slowed my gait down, just to watch him for a moment. He really was incredibly gorgeous, the sort of physical perfection that made you stop and stare and wondered how on earth it was that someone could be put together that well.
“Thought you got lost,” he said when I finally made it back to the table. He nodded in front of him. “Our food has arrived.”
It certainly had. The waitress had brought out two huge platters, arranged artfully with half a dozen different sushi rolls and sashimi. There were also bowls of seaweed salad and steaming miso soup, and then Ian’s salmon teriyaki.
“Wow,” I said. “It looks delicious.”
Caroline had her chopsticks in hand and was stabbing at a green slab of wasabi. “I dare you to eat this whole thing,” she said to Ian.
“You know, in my youth, I might have taken you up on such a thing,” he said. “But now I’d like to at least think I’m a little wiser.”
“Suit yourself,” she said with a shrug.
Even though we’d all had some sake with dinner, I thought that after we might all go out and get a drink. I didn’t even really care if I had another drink—I was already feeling the tiniest bit buzzed—I was just really enjoying myself and didn’t want the night to end. But when I suggested it, Caroline shook her head.
“I can’t,” she said.
“Really?” I asked. “Even just for a little bit? I’m having so much fun with you guys; I don’t want the night to be over yet.”
“Sorry, Daisy,” she said. “I’ve got a big deadline coming up, and I’ve got to get up early tomorrow to meet with a client. Another time, though.”
“Well, it was a pleasure to finally meet you,” Ian said. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around.”
Caroline smiled. “Great,” she said, coming over to give me a hug. “Call me later, okay?”
“Will do,” I said.
I waved as she walked off, leaving Ian and me standing there. He looked down at me. “So you’re not ready for the night to end,” he said.
“No, I’m not. But . . . if it has to, I understand.”
“It doesn’t have to. Why don’t we go back to your place?”
And just the way he said it, I knew that we were going to have sex, and the thought of it sent a tingling happiness through my whole body.
Chapter Fifteen
Ian
We caught a cab back to Daisy’s place. When she got in, she slid all the way over, but once I was in and the door was shut, I patted the seat between us.