A shorter piece today. I promise I'll get around to making Bryan into more than just a name tomorrow!
I still dislike the name of this series.
Saturday, February 25th
I found Rinna already seated at a table for three at Olive Garden. Her stark black hair blended into - surprise - a black shirt which hugged at her slim figure. She was bowed over a writing pad, one arm placed around it protectively, shielding her writing from onlookers. I took the seat opposite her. "Hey."
"Hello." Her pencil kept moving, and her head remained down.
"By the way, Ellie's not coming. She said she'd meet us afterwards at the Barnes and Noble."
"Oh. Why isn't she coming?"
"Something about the food not being to her taste."
That got Rinna to look up. "Hmph. There's nothing wrong with Olive Garden." Her hair half-formed a veil around her face for a moment; she quickly tucked it behind one ear. "Well, I'm staying here for lunch. Leave if you like." She paused for a moment, furrowing her brow as if trying to recall something, before turning her attention back to her writing. That last statement normally might have offended me, but...it didn't. It was said with such a lack of tone, as opposed to indifference, that it caught me off-guard.
"I'll eat here."
I was met with silence.
Did she catch that? Maybe she just doesn't care. She certainly didn't seem to.
Why is she so quiet? I glanced around the room, trying to find something to occupy myself with. Maybe I should just leave. It would be less awkward that way.
"May I take your orders?"
Click. Rinna's notebook snapped shut, and it disappeared in a flash. She looked to the waiter. "I'll have the Fettucine Alfredo."
"Would you like extra garlic sauce on that?"
"Just the normal amount is fine."
The waiter scribbled Rinna's order down, and I gave him my order when prompted. As he headed back to the kitchens, Rinna spoke up. "Do you have any thoughts on this project, so far?" I breathed an inward sigh of relief. She wouldn't be writing the entire time.
I also hadn't given the project a second thought since it was assigned. "Let's discuss that later. It wouldn't be fair if Ellie didn't do any work today. I'm sure she'd complain." I remarked a tad sarcastically. "So what were you writing, just then?" I wasn't actually interested.
"Nothing you would care about."
"I wonder what you've got to hide..." I mused aloud jokingly.
"Why are you so persistent?" She snapped back.
"I'm just trying to keep the conversation going."
"Then stop prying and tell me something about yourself. I hardly know you."
"It seems that you hardly know anyone." I blurted. There was a pause. "Sorry. I didn't-"
"It's alright. I don't seek out other people." Rinna fell silent. That was the most I'd ever heard her say in one go.
After a long pause, Rinna spoke again. "I-"
"Your order is ready." Two plates of pasta slid onto the table. "Enjoy."
"What were you going to say?" Rinna shook her head.
I ate in uncomfortable silence.