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“How is your mother doing?”
“She’s doing well. Still confined to bed rest, but coming along nicely.”
“Hey, did you bring that paper with the formula on it. I promised to crack that for you, remember?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said, laughing. “You know I actually left the house without it? I’m sorry,” I lied.
I had second thoughts about having Kyzer help interpret the formula after the comments that Darcy had made. It just didn’t feel right.
“Well, no matter, I guess,” he said with a shrug.
“Hey, I’m going to make a trip to the restroom, Kyzer. I’ll be back in a couple. If the waitress comes by, will you ask her for my check?”
“Sure thing,” he said, scanning the menu.
When I returned to the table, our table had been cleared of everything but our drinks. I took a sip of my Diet Coke.
“So, are you going back to classes tomorrow?”
“No,” he replied with a smile. “There are some business complications that have arisen. I promised to help my step-mother with them, so it will be a few more days before I return to classes. I’d rather talk about what’s been going on with you, anyway.”
I filled him in on my recent problems with Physics. He assured me he would help me with the current units we were covering. He expected to be caught up by next week.
He asked me about Taz, which frankly surprised me.
“We’re doing, okay,” I said, “taking things slowly. How about you, Kyzer? Are there any girls on the horizon?”
“Not since you,” he replied, with a shrug.
I finished my Diet Coke, suddenly aware of an overwhelming feeling of sleepiness seeping in. I yawned.
“Am I boring you, Lindsey?”
“No, not all. I’m just so sleepy all of a sudden.”
“Well, maybe you should head home and take a nap before your date with Taz.”
That was kind of an odd thing for him to say.
I nodded.
“I paid your bill while you were in the restroom,” he advised. “We can go anytime.”
“You didn’t need to do that, Kyzer,” I said, yawning again.
“Come on,” he said, “let’s get you to your car before you doze off. I seem to have that effect on women.”
By the time we got outside into the parking lot, Kyzer was practically holding me up.
“Did you drink alcohol in there before I arrived?”
“No,” I said, sleepily.
“Well, I’m driving you home. I’m not allowing you behind the wheel in your condition.”
I was in no state to argue as he opened the passenger side door of a car I didn’t recognize.
“Where’s your Benz?”
