Last time on Soul To Body: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2012/04/25/just-what-i-needed/
His crossed arms answered her question before he spoke.
“Well, Violet doesn’t need to know you’re with me. I’ve never eaten here so, why don’t you order for us?
Mallory fidgeted with her hair, separating the blonde streaks from the auburn while smiling at the waitress who approached the table. He eyed the waitress’ right arm sleeve of tattoos
“We’ll have BLTs and sweet teas and I like your ink.”
The waitress smiled and mouthed thank you. He caught Mallory’s eyes shoot darts at the her then lighten when she looked at him.
“Mallory, I like tattoos. I have seven.”
She grinned and played with her hair again.
“Oh, I do too. I don’t have any but I like them. Tattoos are sexy, especially on men.”
The conversation was awkward. He watched her struggle to recover. She held her breath. He tried to save the moment because they hadn’t eaten, yet.
“I think you’d look great with some ink.”
Mallory exhaled and then gave a wide grin. She leaned forward, placing her elbows on the old, round metal table.
“I know this is really forward, and you’ll have to figure out someway to keep it from your daughter but my girlfriend at work has two tickets to the Counting Crows show.”
He squirmed in his chair and closed his eyes.
“Jake! Jake Hanna?”
He remembered the male voice calling his name in the Atlanta airport on the way home from the Mexican vacation where he met his late wife, Camille.
“Yeah, I’m Jake Hanna.”
He shuffled and looked at Camille, who put her hands on her curvy hips and raised her eyebrows.
“You’re famous Jake?”
He laughed and turned to the man.
“It’s me, Gary Boggs, from Smyth’s Olde Pub. I used to work there. I remember your band Boxer Ego. I heard you guys opened for Counting Crows then broke up. That sucks, man. What happened?”
Embarrassed he looked over his shoulder at Camille, who smirked, waiting for his explanation.
“Oh Gary, you know. Jimmy quit, Jody got married. Shoulda known we’ve never get far.”
Gary gave a blank look and shook his head. Camille began laughing. She walked over to Jake and whispered in his left ear.
“I don’t think your friend got the Bryan Adams song reference. Nice to know I fell in love with a musician in Mexico.”
He picked up his right hand and touched her face. They kissed by the baggage carousel.
“Jake, so, do you want to go to the concert?”
He opened his eyes and looked into Mallory’s anxious green eyes. His picked up his recently delivered sweet tea and swallowed a moderate amount.
“Yeah, I’ll go. You can count on me.”
This is a new episode of Soul To Body. You can find the rest of the story, so far, here: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/soul-to-body/ This is also my answer to the StudioThirtyPlus prompt “she held her breath” and Write On Edge’s prompt of 450 words emphasizing dialogue – http://writeonedge.com/2012/04/red-writing-hood-prompt-more-than-words/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+TheRedDressClub+%28the+red+dress+club%3A%29
Today’s song is a spin on the band mentioned, Counting Crows, and Jake Hanna’s ironic statement “you can count on me” to Mallory. He doesn’t mean that. Here’s You Can’t Count On Me: