Chapter 29-Spills

Sam stabbed her last piece of lettuce with the fork and began to eat it. She let the fork clang against the edge of the plate and picked up her drink.

Dylan was sitting forward with his elbows resting on the edge of the table, deep in thought. A waiter came walking closely by their table with an unbalanced tray of half empty glasses in his hand. Sam put her empty glass down and the waiter came over to their table and picked up the glasses. His tray wobbled precariously as he straightened up. He took a step forward and the tray tilted to one side.

He was exactly next to Sam! One of the glasses, full of lemonade and ice, fell straight off the tray and poured straight down Sam's back. She let out a high-pitched scream.

"How dare you do this to my wife!" Dylan cried.

"It was an accident." The waiter replied.

"Are you going to apologise then?"

"I already said it was an accident."

"I really think you should apologise to my wife and get her a towel so she can clear up the mess you made."

"The bathrooms are just over there."

Sam sat there, getting more furious at everything the waiter was saying. She was thinking of doing exactly what Dylan did when he tipped a glass of water from the tray over the waiter's head. The manager had seen the commotion and walked briskly over.

"What on earth is going on here?" the manager questioned.

"He tipped a glass of lemonade and ice all over my pregnant wife!" Dylan burst.

"Well, I am deeply sorry to hear that."

"Finally, someone has actually had the decency to apologise to me." Sam said, slightly interrupting the conversation.

"So no one had apologised to you?"

"No. My husband was trying to get an apology from this ignorant waiter. He doesn't seem to know what manners are."

"Well, seeing as Frank didn't apologise to you, the cost of your meal will come from his wages."

"Thank you."

With that, the manager pointed to his office door. Frank walked over and the manager followed.

Dylan stood up and walked around the table to Sam's chair. He picked up her coat and took her hand in his. He helped her up from the chair.

"Do you want to go to the toilets and dry off a bit?"

"You know what Dylan, I just want to go home and be with you."

"Come on then Sam. We'll get you home and I can run you a nice bath if you like."

"I'll just get changed and we can relax on the sofa. Without the wine of course."

"Sounds like a good plan to me."

The couple walked from the restaurant and to Dylan's truck.

"How many women has this truck seen Dylan?" Sam asked.

"Two." He replied curtly.

"And who might the other one be? And don't say Dervla to try and be clever."

"Zoe needed a lift home."

"And that lift home was to yours wasn't it."

"Well…" he sighed. "Yes."

"And you had a go at me for having an affair, saying how you couldn't forgive me when you were doing the exact same thing."
"Look, Sam. I'm sorry about that. I don't know what came over me. I hadn't had the best day at work and-"

"Don't bring work into this Dylan. Please. Look, I forgive you. Lets just forget our past and think of our future."