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“Can’t you stay just a little while?” Mona asked.
“Sorry, not today,” he replied. “Jennifer, I’ll see you at work.”
His words were more command than prediction. He was off in a flash, despite another plea from Mona to stay.
“I think he likes you,” Martha said.
“And you didn’t tell us you’d already met him,” Mona said.
“I hadn’t, not until yesterday.”
Martha twisted her cup. “You made quite the impression on your first day.”
“It didn’t work out the way I expected,” I told them.
An understatement by a mile.
I scooted my chair back. “I need to get going. I don’t want to be late.”
Martha pointed to the table. “Sit back down. You should stay a while and make him wait. That always works better with men.”
“I agree,” Mona said. “You don’t want to seem too eager. Right now you have that man right where you want him.”
Martha giggled. “Not quite where I’d want him.”
“You’re not helping,” Mona shot back.
Martha pointed her finger a Mona. “Just because you’re too old to get any action doesn’t mean I can’t dream.”
Mona put her chin up. “And who had the most recent date?”
I stayed quiet; they could go like this for an hour.
“But that was Harold, and you had to ask him. That doesn’t count,” Martha said.
Mona huffed. “It does too, but we should be concentrating on Jennifer’s dilemma.”
“What dilemma?” I asked.
“Whether you should wait for him to ask you out, or if you ask him,” Mona replied.
“He doesn’t want to go out with me,” I said.
Martha giggled. “Are you blind? I saw the way he looked at you. That man’s engine is revving for you, sweetie.”
At her age, she shouldn’t be smoking whatever was giving her these delusions.
“No way,” I protested. “He’s just feeling bad that I showed him up.” I sipped my mocha.
For sure, and he had to atone for what I’d caught him saying to Fisher yesterday about wanting somebody more senior.
“I’m with Martha,” Mona said. “Mark my words, you’re sharing a meal, and soon. It’s in his eyes. I remember the first time I saw that look in Marty’s eyes.” She sighed loudly. “Things certainly got more complicated after that—complicated in a good way.”
These two didn’t understand what I knew about Benson, about his true character and how incompatible we were. “He’s not my type.”
Mona shook her head. “And that’s why you watch for him every morning? You’re so transparent, Jenn. Don’t think for a minute I didn’t see your reaction when he touched your hand.”
“And the way your face lights up every time he comes in,” Martha added. “You can’t hide that from us, you know.”
