Looks like the weather fits my mood, Eva thought sourly as she popped open her umbrella. She'd been so sure that she'd impressed Mr. Davies, but she wasn't so sure anymore. She was tasked with filing enveloped all day long. At first it was easy to zone out, but after a couple hours things really started to drag. At the end of the day, all Eva had to show for her hard work was a dozen paper cuts and a foul mood.
She headed straight for home.
"Sure, babe, I'll be over in a little bit," he promised.
Nathaniel made a sound of agreement. "Well, if it upsets you that much, then don't invite her."
"But then Farrah won't come! And we already picked out the dresses!"
Nathaniel tilted his head and waved his hand, "Then invite her."
"But I don't know if I want to!"
Nathaniel rubbed his hands up and down Eva's upper arms. "I know, I'm sorry," he said, trying to comfort her.
"No it won't," she sniffed as she buried her face in the crook of his shoulder.
"Alright, then, green! My favorite color!"
Eva scoffed and hit his shoulder. "You can't pick green! That's not a flower color!"
Nathaniel could see the storm had blown over. "Well then, don't tell me I can pick the color if you're not going to take me seriously," he teased.
Eva sighed. "Let's just go watch the movie," she said.
"Oh, thank God!" Nathaniel breathed a sigh of relief that earned him another elbow. Who knew weddings were that stressful! He just wanted to wear a tux and show up!
Nathaniel groaned. "I know! I know! I'm sorry! We're waiting..."
Eva bit her lip. They'd made the decision to wait until their wedding night to be intimate, but she was regretting it more and more lately. Especially when everything felt so good. She wavered, "I just want everything to be..."
Eva laughed lightly. "You'll have to race me," she promised.
Nathaniel sighed heavily and braced his hands on his knees. "Well, I should probably get going. You are way too much temptation for me, babe!"
His buddy, Tomas Vasquez, grinned. "Yeah, things are gonna get crazy tonight!" he promised with a slap on his back.
"You have such a way with woman," Nathaniel said dryly. "What does Veronica see in you?"
Tomas rested his elbows against the bar as he waited for the drinks to be made. "I don't kiss and tell, buddy," he said with a wink.
Jackson choked on his drink. "Are you kidding?" he asked with a laugh. "She was bridezilla from hell! I had an itinerary 5 pages long! Don't worry, though. Their sanity returns after the wedding!"
The friends laughed and clinked glasses. "Cone on, let's go check out the games!"
"Anything else?" the bartender asked from behind him.
Sonja glanced past Tomas' shoulder and looked Nathaniel up and down. "Sure, wouldn't be a hardship," she drawled as she headed over.
Nathaniel glanced up at Tomas. Why was he waving at him? Nathaniel followed Tomas' gaze to the busty bartender.
He heard her scoff with displeasure. Whatever, Tomas can clean that mess up, he thought ungraciously.
He reached his hand up to his brother. "Hey Clifford, come on down, man!" he called up.
"This is the BEST party!" Clifford called down loudly and drunkenly. Awkwardly, he clambered down to the ground.
Clifford looped his arm around his brother's shoulder. "You're getting married!" he said. "My little brother, getting married!"
"That's the plan," Nathaniel said as he led his brother out the door.
"Once you're married, it alllllllllllll changes," Clifford slurred. "One minute they're punk rocker chicks that love to get jiggy with it and another minute you're stuck changing diapers!"
Nathaniel shook his head as he helped Clifford into the car. "Don't puke," he ordered his brother.