It was so strange seeing Louisa again. I had mixed feelings about it. For one thing, she really cleaned herself up from when she was in college. I don't know if she did something to her hair, or her clothes. Whatever the case, she definitely looked better than she had before. On the other hand, she never really liked me much. So it wasn't really like seeing an old friend. More like an old...acquaintance?
Anyway, I had asked her to dinner that night. Sometimes words just kind of slip out of my mouth. The thought comes to mind that I should have dinner with her sometime, and next thing I know, we're having dinner.
I was on time, as usual. She was a tad bit late. Thirty seconds late to be exact.
"Nice to see you," I said, while absent-mindedly checking to make sure my tuxedo wasn't wrinkled or something. She looked pretty, I'll give her that.
"Nice to see you too," she said quietly. She reached over to pull out her chair, but I beat her to the punch. I jumped up and pulled out her seat for her. I pushed the chair in as she sat down. She gave me a small, awkward smile, and I made my way back to my seat.
I still got it. I thought to myself, pinching my leg inconspicuously.
I sat down and faced her. We stared at each other for a while, completely silent. It was like I had been talking to her for three days straight, for I was learning lots about her from just staring. Not much of a rough childhood, life was pretty easy then. But right after college her life started to take off into strange directions, at least, that's what I was seeing.
Finally, she spoke. "What are you going to order?"
"Nothing. Not that hungry. And you?"
"Not that hungry either," she said with a giggle.
I was silent for a moment, but realized it would be an appropriate time to laugh. I laughed, but a tad bit too loud, which made us laugh even harder. At one point we laughed so hard, she accidentally knocked her cup off the table. It shattered when it hit the ground, and silenced the entire restaurant. All eyes were on us as we motioned for a waiter to come.
I hid my smile as the waiter cleaned up the mess. He looked annoyed. Very annoyed. And that was funny to me.
"So if neither of us are hungry, why are we eating here?"
"Good question," she replied thoughtfully.
"Let's go over to my place," I said, standing up. Suddenly, I realized that could be misconstrued. I immediately corrected myself. "And when I say my place I mean the bowling alley."
She rolled her eyes and stood up. "You haven't changed at all James."
"Is that a compliment?"
"Nope," she said as she picked up her purse and headed for the door. "Now come on, let's go. The bowling alley is waiting!"