Flash Fiction: Something About Him



 

Adam was about as entertaining as watching paint dry. He tried his best to make conversation, but that went south when he asked me if I wanted to hear a joke. That’s the thing with blind dates, there was no establishing chemistry beforehand. You just took a chance and hoped for the best. My current situation was a 30-year-old man with a receding hairline who thought math was a fantastic dinner conversation.

“Two random variables were talking in a bar. They thought they were being discreet, but I heard their chatter continuously.” Adam laughed. I smiled to be polite.

“Do you get it? Two variables?” Adam tried to continue but was interrupted.

“Excuse me, Emery?” I blinked and tried not to drool at the perfect male specimen that stood in front of me. He was tall and dressed in a black suit that hugged all the right parts of his body. He unbuttoned the jacket, letting it flow open as he spoke to me. He was amazing to look at.  Problem was, I had no idea who he was.

“Yes?” I looked between him and Adam.

“There’s been an emergency at the hospital, and you’re needed. We tried to call you, but your phone must be dead.” Adam looked down at his plate and the stranger winked at me and mouthed, “I’m saving you.”

“Oh, yes. An emergency.” I pushed my chair back. “I’m so sorry Adam. Duty calls.”

“Oh, yeah sure. Life of a doctor.”

“Take care.” I waved as I was whisked away by the mystery man. Once outside of the restaurant, we both stopped.

“Sorry about that. I was sitting next to you and couldn’t stand to listen to the torture that you were being put through. I’ve been on a few blind dates myself and wished someone would have saved me. I’m Logan, by the way.” He held out his hand for me to shake.

I shook it and smiled at the firmness of his handshake. And the size of his hands. Both impressive.

“I’m Emery. But you probably know that already. Do you always eavesdrop on others’ dates?” I teased.

“Occasionally. His jokes were even terrifying to me. I don’t know how you lasted that long.”

“After his last joke about the variables I was going to send an SOS text to my friend to call me and say there was an emergency. You beat me to it.”

“I’m happy to help.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked away. “Well, I better get going.”

My date was a bust. My night that I hoped was promising was now going nowhere. Standing in front of me was a guy that we already had a better conversation than the past hour I spent with Adam.

“Want to go get a drink? I mean, if you have plans, that’s cool, but to repay the favor. Since you saved me and all.”

Logan smiled. “Sure. I’d like that. There’s a good bar right down the street.”

“Sounds perfect.”

We walked side by side, talking a bit about ourselves. He was a lawyer. The managing partner of some big law firm in downtown Boston. I told him a few stories of me working in the ER as a doctor.

“Man, we passed by the bar.” We came to a stop at a local park.

“Let’s go sit in the park.” I recommended.

“It’s after dark.”

“Let’s be rebellious.” I grinned.

“I knew I liked you.” Logan said with a laugh.  “The cops aren’t kind around here. Trust me.”

“It’s okay. I know a good lawyer.” I winked.

“Let’s go.” He put his hand on the small of my back and he guided me.

Once in the park, Logan brought me to a tree that we sat underneath.

“It isn’t the bar, but it’ll do.” Logan commented.

“That it will. You’re much better company than Mr. Mathematician.”

“I tell better jokes, too.” Logan stretched out, his long, lean body pressing against his suit. “What?” he asked, as I looked him up and down.

“You look good in that suit.” I said, half coughing to hide my nerves.

“Why, thank you. It gets boring wearing them all the time.”

“I wear scrubs every day. I get it.” I rested my head against the tree and closed my eyes.

“I think scrubs are hot.” I opened my eyes just as Logan leaned forward. He was going to kiss me.

“Hey! Parks closed!” A cop shined their flashlight on us. “Stay right there!”

“Hope you can run, hot stuff!” He took off in a sprint as the cops called after us. I lost track of him after we exited the park. Stopping, I caught my breath. Logan was nowhere in sight.

I didn’t even get his number. With a sigh, I continued walking down the street.

I paused outside of a bar, the neon lights flashing. “Whatever. I need a drink.” Once inside I sidled up to the bar and ordered a Jack and Coke.

“To what could have been.” With a long pull of my drink, I relished in the burn. As I put my drink down, I was whipped around, coming face to face with Logan. With a smile, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine.

“Whoa!” I said, steading myself on the stool.

“Now you know what could have been.” With a smile, he sat next to me.

“Let me tell you a joke—” I laughed as Logan told the corniest joke. But I didn’t mind because there was something about him. Something that I liked.

 

 

 

 

 


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