Phoebe and Gerald were sitting at a table at Elvin's waiting for the other two to show up.
"So, where's your friend?" Phoebe asked. Gerald shrugged.
"He said he was going to see a play then he'd be here." He glanced around, then stood up
halfway in his seat and waved. "There he is."
Phoebe looked up to catch sight of a mane of blond hair. Her eyes widened in horror.
"You didn't tell me it was Arnold." She hissed at Gerald. He glanced back at her
confused.
"Does it make a difference?"
Phoebe looked in panic as Arnold came to their table and greeted Gerald in the same
handshake they'd had since pre-school. He leaned over and kissed Phoebe on the cheek.
"Evening Phoebe." he said, sitting down.
"Gerald didn't tell me you were in town."
Gerald grinned at her. "How many of my other friends do you set up on dates."
Arnold sighed. "I really wish you would stop with me. I don't need to be hooked up
Gerald."
"Trust me, you'll appreciate this one." Gerald said
Phoebe blocked out their talking, instead concentrating on the door. Genevieve was going
to have a fit when she found out. She just knew this was going to turn out bad.
Arnold was the one to spot her first. His eyes widened and he stopped talking, grabbing
Gerald's arm.
"It's her!" he gasped. Gerald looked around.
"Her who?"
Phoebe looked over and saw Genevieve walk in . There was no way she could get up
discreetly and warn her.
"Genevieve Boulivier. The stage actress."
Phoebe looked over at him startled.
"You know her?"
Arnold shook his head, his eyes not leaving Genevieve's figure. "No. But I'm a huge fan
of hers. Her play was the one I went to see tonight."
Phoebe covered her mouth with her hand, hoping at that minute a freak accident would
happen so she could escape this horror. She watched helplessly as Genevieve scanned the
bar, then spotted her.
Gerald grinned widely, slapping Arnold on the back. "Then tonight's your lucky night my
friend. Because that's your blind date."
Phoebe watched as Genevieve smiled at her, her eyes going to the two men with her at the
table. Then she froze.
"So, where's your friend?" Phoebe asked. Gerald shrugged.
"He said he was going to see a play then he'd be here." He glanced around, then stood up
halfway in his seat and waved. "There he is."
Phoebe looked up to catch sight of a mane of blond hair. Her eyes widened in horror.
"You didn't tell me it was Arnold." She hissed at Gerald. He glanced back at her
confused.
"Does it make a difference?"
Phoebe looked in panic as Arnold came to their table and greeted Gerald in the same
handshake they'd had since pre-school. He leaned over and kissed Phoebe on the cheek.
"Evening Phoebe." he said, sitting down.
"Gerald didn't tell me you were in town."
Gerald grinned at her. "How many of my other friends do you set up on dates."
Arnold sighed. "I really wish you would stop with me. I don't need to be hooked up
Gerald."
"Trust me, you'll appreciate this one." Gerald said
Phoebe blocked out their talking, instead concentrating on the door. Genevieve was going
to have a fit when she found out. She just knew this was going to turn out bad.
Arnold was the one to spot her first. His eyes widened and he stopped talking, grabbing
Gerald's arm.
"It's her!" he gasped. Gerald looked around.
"Her who?"
Phoebe looked over and saw Genevieve walk in . There was no way she could get up
discreetly and warn her.
"Genevieve Boulivier. The stage actress."
Phoebe looked over at him startled.
"You know her?"
Arnold shook his head, his eyes not leaving Genevieve's figure. "No. But I'm a huge fan
of hers. Her play was the one I went to see tonight."
Phoebe covered her mouth with her hand, hoping at that minute a freak accident would
happen so she could escape this horror. She watched helplessly as Genevieve scanned the
bar, then spotted her.
Gerald grinned widely, slapping Arnold on the back. "Then tonight's your lucky night my
friend. Because that's your blind date."
Phoebe watched as Genevieve smiled at her, her eyes going to the two men with her at the
table. Then she froze.
