"He keeps staring at me." Lucy mumbled at Maggie as Maggie's parents chatted with the waiter about the wine selection. "I really don't know what to do."
Maggie gripped Lucy's hand under the table and squeezed. "Relax and act like you don't even see him." Lucy took a deep breath and nodded. Maggie was right, she had no idea why she was so worried about his eyes on her- they had been since they met. What's the difference now?
"I have to use the lady's room." Lucy announced, hoping it was loud enough for everyone at the table to hear, but low enough that Negan didn't. Maggie, always the protective best friend, stood up to go with her. "You really didn't have to come with me." She smiled at her best friend as they squeezed past Negan's table and toward the far corner of the restaurant.
"Yes I did," Maggie said matter-of-factly. "Now lets pick up the pace, I think he just got up to follow us."
Lucy risked a glance behind her to see that, in fact, Negan was excusing himself from his own dinner. The girls slid into the bathroom and clicked the lock of the door. "We're going to get trapped in here."
"Just go pee, what are the odds he was chasing us?" Maggie made her way to the mirror.
"Yeah, remember the last time you said that?"
After the girls were done with what they came in here for, Lucy began to pace trying to figure out how they could make it back to their table without being caught by Negan. She really did not have the nerve to talk to him right now.
"Seriously, Luc, what are the odds he followed us to the bathroom?"
"Seriously, Mag, what are the odds he's even here tonight?"
Maggie at Lucy, unable to even fight back. "There's only one way in and out of this room and if he's outside the door you're trapped in here."
"Maybe not." Lucy's eyes wandered to the window overtop the sink. "Maybe if we stood on the sink we could shimmy up and out of the window."
"I'm so proud of you!" Maggie flung her arms around Lucy. "You're becoming so much like me, it's going to make me cry!"
Lucy laughed and started taking off her heels- this was a serious operation and she needed to focus. "I think you could go out through the front, he wouldn't corner you like he would me."
"Have you ever thought that you were slightly exaggerating how much this guy is into you?"
"Don't even start that shit, Mag. How many times have you been in this situation?"
"Climbing out of a bathroom window to avoid a guy?" Maggie crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows. "Seven."
"Exactly." Lucy began to shakily climb on top the sink. It had been a long time since she was in gymnastics, and she wasn't going to risk breaking her ankle by taking this too fast. Once she was steady on the lip of the sink, she reached up and pried the window open. Slowly, she began to pull herself up with some impressive upper body strength and the help of Maggie's hand on her ass pushing her up. Once she got her head through, she thought she was home free until she got to her boobs. "Maggie!" She whispered. "I'm stuck!"
"What do you mean you're stuck?" Maggie called back.
"I'm lodged in a fucking window!" She hissed back and tried to force herself through more.
"Need some help?" A familiar voice asked from below the window. With wide eyes, Lucy looked down to see Negan standing there, cigarette in hand and eyebrows raised.
"I, uh... I'm good." Lucy tried to wiggle back in the window, but she was as stuck as one could be in this situation.
"How are you good if you're stuck?!" Maggie called from inside.
Negan sighed and stomped out his cigarette with the heel of his dress shoes. "Just let me help you, Luc."
Lucy considered her options for a moment and sighed. There was really no good way of getting out of this situation. "Fine, but don't get any ideas."
"What am I just going to leave you stuck in the window?!" Maggie called, clearly not realizing there was a third party involved in this conversation.
"My boobs are stuck." Lucy wiggled a little to prove her point. Negan smirked and grabbed her arms, which was the only part other than her that was free from the confines of the window. One swift movement and two ripping sounds later, Lucy was free.
"Oh my God, Lucy!!" Maggie jumped up on the sink. "Say something!"
"I'm fine!" Lucy grumbled as Negan put her back on her feet. "My dress not so much," she looked down at the large rip over her boobs and she was sure somewhere else.
"Come on, I think I have another one in the car." He grumbled and turned to walk out of the ally.
"Why can't you just leave me alone?" Lucy huffed and started to walk to opposite way.
"Because Lucy, there's a lot you don't understand about me. A lot you clearly don't care to know. But I care about you, so come take this fucking dress you the entire world doesn't see your ass." He growled, clearly upset.
"Lucy, who are you talking to?" Maggie called, still inside the bathroom.
"Negan." Lucy grumbled and crossed her arms over the slash in her dress. "Go get the dress you just so happened to have in your car."
"And that just so happens to be your exact size?" He raised his eyebrow.
"Look, I'm here with people so if you're just going to be a dick then I'll leave."
"Be my guest, sweetheart," he leaned against the back door of the restaurant and crossed his arms. "You're not hurting me at all." Lucy turned around to make her way to the front of the restaurant. "Just tell me one thing." He called after her. When she turned around to look at him, clearly holding back a lot of anger. "Was any of it real or was I just a piece of ass?"
Lucy hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to answer it. "It was real," she said slowly, choosing her words carefully. "At least for me." With that, she exited the ally and came around the front of the building. The tears started to swell in her eyes as she made her way back to the table.
Little did she know that Negan was going to exact same.