faculty, trailed off.
'Excuse me a moment,' I heard him say. The group continued hustling forward. He did not.
He opened the door. 'This area is off-limits to students.'
I tried on a helpless face. 'I'm so sorry. I'm trying to find the nurse's office. The secretary said third door on the right, but I think I miscounted… 'I threw my hands up.'I'm lost.'
Before he could respond, I tugged at the zipper on my backpack. 'I'm supposed to register these. Iron pills,' I explained. 'I'm anemic.'
He studied me for a moment, his brow creasing. I thought I could see him weighing his options: stick around and deal with me, or deal with a bomb threat. He jerked his chin out the door. 'I need you to exit the building immediately.'
He propped the door wide and I ducked out under his arm, my smile collapsing.
An hour later I slid into a corner booth at the Mexican restaurant on the corner of Drake and Beech. A ceramic cactus and a stuffed coyote were mounted on the wall above me. A man wearing a sombrero wider than he was tall sauntered over. Strumming chords on his guitar, he serenaded me while the hostess laid menus on the table. I frowned at the insignia on the front cover. The Borderline. I hadn't eaten here before, yet something about the name sounded vaguely familiar.
Vee came up behind me and flopped into the opposite seat. Our waiter was on her heels.
'Four chimis, extra sour cream, a side of nachos, and a side of black beans,' Vee told him without consulting the menu.
'One red burrito,' I said.
'Separate bills?' he asked.
'I'm not paying for her,' Vee and I said at the same time.
After our waiter left, I said, 'Four chimis. I'm looking forward to hearing the fruit connection.'
'Don't even start. I'm starving. Haven't eaten since lunch.' She paused. 'If you don't count the Hot Tamales, which I don't.'
Vee is voluptuous, Scandinavian fair, and in an unorthodox way, incredibly sexy. There have been days when our friendship was the only thing standing in the way of my jealousy. Next to Vee, the only thing I have going for me are my legs. And maybe my metabolism. But definitely not my hair.
'He'd better bring chips soon,' said Vee. 'I'll break out in hives if I don't eat something salty within the next forty-five seconds. And anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what I want it to do.'
'They make salsa with tomatoes,' I pointed out. 'That's a red. And avocados are a fruit. I think.'
Her face brightened. 'And we'll order virgin strawberry daiquiris.'
Vee was right. This diet was easy.
'Be right back,' she said, sliding out of the booth. 'That time of the month. After that, I want to get the scoop'
While waiting for her, I found myself concentrating on the busboy some tables away. He was hard at work scrubbing a rag over the top of a table. There was something strangely familiar about the way he moved, about the way his shirt fell over the arch of his well-defined back. Almost as if he suspected he was being watched, he straightened and turned, his eyes fixing on mine at the exact same moment I figured out what was so familiar about this particular busboy.
Patch.
I couldn't believe it. I thought about slapping my forehead when I remembered he'd told me he worked at the Borderline.
Wiping his hands on his apron, he walked over, apparently enjoying my discomfort as I looked around for some way to escape, finding I had nowhere to go but deeper into the booth.
'Well, well,' he said. 'Five days a week isn't enough of me? Had to give me an evening, too?'
'I apologize for the unfortunate coincidence.'
He slid into Vee's seat. When he laid his arms down, they were so long, they crossed into my half of the table. He reached for my glass, twirling it in his hands.
'All the seats here are taken,' I said. When he didn't answer, I grabbed my glass back and took a sip of water, accidentally swallowing an ice cube. It burned the whole way down. 'Shouldn't you be working instead of fraternizing with customers?' I choked.
He smiled. 'What are you doing Sunday night?'
I snorted. By accident. 'Are you asking me out?'
'You're getting cock).1 like that, Angel.'
'I don't care what you like. I'm not going out with you. Not on a date. Not alone.' I wanted to kick myself for experiencing a hot thrill upon speculating what a night alone with Patch might entail. Most likely, he hadn't even meant it. Most likely, he was baiting me for reasons known only to him. 'Hang on, did you just call me Angel?' I asked.
'If I did?'
'I don't like it.'
He grinned. 'It stays. Angel.
He leaned across the table, raised his hand to my face, and brushed his thumb along one corner of my mouth. I pulled away, too late.
He rubbed lip gloss between his thumb and forefinger. 'You'd look better without it.'
I tried to remember what we'd been talking about, but not nearly as hard as I tried to appear unmoved by his touch. I tossed my hair back over my shoulder, picking up the tail of our previous conversation. 'Anyway, I'm not allowed to go out on school nights.'
'Too bad. There's a party on the coast. I thought we could go.' He actually sounded sincere.
I could not figure him out. At all. The earlier hot thrill still lingered in my blood, and I took a long pull on my straw, trying to cool my feelings with a shot of ice water. Time alone with Patch would be intriguing, and dangerous. I wasn't sure how exactly, but I was trusting my instincts on this one.
I affected a yawn. 'Well, like I said, it's a school night.' In hopes of convincing myself more than him, I added, 'If this party is something you'd be interested in, I can almost guarantee I won't be.'
There, I thought. Case closed.
And then, without any warning whatsoever, I said, 'Why are you asking me anyway?'
Up until this very moment, I'd been telling myself I didn't care what Patch thought of me. But right now, I knew it was a lie. Even though it would probably come back to haunt me, I was curious enough about Patch to go almost anywhere with him.
'I want to get you alone,' Patch said. Just like that, my defenses shot back up.
'Listen, Patch, I don't want to be rude, but-'
'Sure you do.'
'Well, you started it!' Lovely. Very mature. 'I can't go to the party. End of story.'
'Because you can't go out on a school night, or because you're scared of being alone with me?'
'Both.' The confession just slipped out.
'Are you scared of all guys… or just me?'
I rolled my eyes as if to say / am not answering such an inane question.
'I make you uneasy?' His mouth held a neutral line, but I detected a speculative smile trapped behind it.
Yes, actually, he had that effect on me. He also had the tendency to wipe all logical thought from my mind.
'I'm sorry,' I said. 'What were we talking about?'
'You.'
'Me?'
'Your personal life.'
I laughed, unsure what other response to give. 'If this is about me… and the opposite sex… Vee already gave me this speech. I don't need to hear it twice.'
'And what did wise old Vee say?'
I was playing with my hands, and slid them out of sight. 'I can't imagine why you're so interested.'
