Looking down at my watch, I see it is 2:30, this means that Andrew is late. My father thinks it would be a good idea for my brother and me to spend more time together. This will

be the first time I will have lunch with him since I started college. I hate Andrew, he only cares about himself. I wish he would just move to Canada or something, but here I am,

sitting at this high class restaurant by myself waiting. "Is everything ok?" I hear. Looking up it is the waiter. "Yes I am ok, just waiting for my brother" I say rolling my eyes. He then

puts a strange red drink in front of me. "why are you giving me this drink?" I ask. "I am sorry, the man at the bar bought it for you, he said he knew you would like it" the waiter

said. "Ok thank you" I sip the drink, it tastes horrible. Looking up at the bar, I see him looking at me. He's kinda cute in a weird sort of way. "Andrey?" I hear from behind me. I

look and its Andrew. "Finally, what the hell took you so long?" I ask. "Andrey, this table sucks, why didn't you get one closer to the bar?" he asks while sitting down. "Listen to me

Andrew, I am only here because dad wants us to spend time with one another, so don't make this harder then it has to be." I say with conviction. "Ok, ok, what are we going to

order for lunch sis, lobster, prime rib, something out of my price range because I know your buying" "Dad would give you money if you just ask for it, why did you insist on being

such a loner?" "Look Andrey, dad and I will never get along again, unless he becomes a normal father, not a father that wants to save the world." He says waving a fork at me.

"Ok, lets just drop it and order. So what took you so long to get here?" I ask. "I was at comic book store, flirting with the chic working there. I got a picture of her with the number

on the back, see?" I look at the picture. The girl has short hair and like 15 pierces all over. She kind of looks like a guy. "Yes very nice…" I say. "so what about you sis, you getting

any action at Yale now a days?" "Andrew!?" I say. "This is why I hate talking to you because you are so immature." "Well then let's stop talking then, miss im to stuck up to have a

boyfriend. That is what your problem is, your too dame sensitive and picky." "I am not, I just don't believe in true love and im not stuck up you come from the same family

remember?" he laughs. We order, he orders the most expensive meal. I order a salad. None of us eat we just sit there, not really talking for the rest of the meal. The guy at the bar

keeps looking at me. "So do you need money, or something?" I ask. He looks at me like im crazy. "Im not going to take a hand out from you, ok?" He seems pissed. The bill

comes and the total is $239. I tell the waiter we are James Heller's kids, he asks "Who is James Heller?" Andrew laughs. "Do you need a ride home?" I ask Andrew. "No, I have a

friend that lives down the street. But thanks anyway." He says then he makes his way out of the restaurant as I leave a tip. Stopping at the door I look at the bar, and the man is

gone, oh well I guess he thought Andrew was my boyfriend or something. The door of the restaurant opens and the man is holding it open for me. I smile and walk out with him.

"So, what was with that awful drink, was it some kinda joke?" I ask him. "Ha ha, you really didn't like it, im sorry most people do" he says waving down a taxi. I just then

remember what Andrew said about me being to picky and stuck up. "Hey just so you know, the boy I was with was not a boyfriend it was my brother." I say grinning. "I thought

so, you two seem to, you know hate each other a lot, like bothers and sisters do." I laugh. I remember im back at school tomorrow since I was on leave for my father birthday.

"Hey, so do you want my number or something?" I ask him. He looks at me and smiles. "Sure, I mean why not, you can never have too many friends right?" he says. I start to look

though my bag, but can not find anything to write on. He then gives me his business card. I write my number on the back, give it to him. He then hands me another card. "My name

is Andrey, by the way" I yell to him as he gets in the taxi. He smiles waves at me then the taxi drives away. What a dick, he didn't even tell me his name. Oh ya, the business card. I

look down at it, his name is Walt Cummings. I save his number in my cell phone. After doing so I throw the card to the ground, put on my sunglasses and make my way to the

airport. I am sure Yale has missed me.