Entry #2
"I don't know why we can't just get them special ordered weekly or something." Wesley mumbled to himself as he parked his motorcycle.
He entered the butcher shop and went to the back of the queue. A few seconds later, a woman entered and joined behind him.
"Do you cook?" the woman asked.
Realising after a beat that she was talking to him, Wesley turned around to face her. "Well, um… no, not really. I'm here for a friend." He said.
"Oh." She said. "I'm Janie, by the way." She held out her hand.
Wesley nervously took it and said "W-Wesley."
Janie gave a small laugh as they shook hands and said "You are so cute. I'd like to see you again, get to know you better. Maybe over dinner?"
Wesley gulped. "You want to have dinner? With me?" He squeaked.
"Yeah, sure. Why not?" she said flirtatiously.
"Well, I…"
Suddenly, the owner interrupted them. "Mr. Wyndam-Price. Ten bags of pig's blood as usual?"
Wesley turned to face him for a second to nod. Then he turned back to the woman to continue their conversation and found that she had turned a bit pale.
"Janie? Are you ok? You're looking a bit unwell." Wesley asked worriedly.
She turned her eyes at him and said "Oh, me? Uh, I just remembered that I have to be somewhere, like, right now. Sorry, it was nice meeting you." She turned to leave and Wesley, perplexed, called out to her.
"Are we still on?"
She stopped by the door and turned to look at him "Um, you know what? I just… remembered that I was a lesbian. Hah. Yeah, bummer. Silly me, don't you think? Forgetting – that I – was… Um, well… gotta go, can't keep my girlfriend waiting – so – we can – do – gay… stuff." She waved goodbye to him and left.
Wesley was confused at what just happened and still was as he paid the owner and went outside with his order. Well, he thought, this is just something to ask Cordelia about.
