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Nick was panicked. Jess had just left to go see about a job opportunity and had left Nick alone with Bob. What was he supposed to do?
"So Nick, what do you do again?" Bob asked.
"I'm a bartender." Nick saud automatically. "But I did 3 years at law school, and I was thinking about going back into that." He paused. Where had that come from? Was he really thinking about going back to school. Nick knew the whole trying harder in the bar thing had been to test if he could work hard and achieve something, but law school? He'd have to think about it some other time.
"Really? A bartender?"
" Have you seen the place?" Nick nervously said.
"I've seen Jess's room. What's yours like then? It'll be nice to see the rest of this place." Bob started to head towards Nick's room. Oh God. Jess's clothes.
"No!" Nick yelped. "It's a total mess."
"I'm sure it's not that bad."
"No, really." Nick panicked. "Lets go to the room. Yeah, beautiful view. We can have a beer." Nick practically ran to the fridge and grabbed two beers. It wasn't that far into the afternoon, maybe about half twelve, so Nick didn't see anything wrong with having a beer. Nick knew it would be quite late because Jess and him hadn't gotten to bed till very late. Nick had wanted the experience to last as long as possible so he wouldn't have to start thinking and face reality for quite a long time.
Nick slightly shook his head. The last thing he needed when he was in the same room as Bob was to recall the events of last night.
"So roof, beer?" Nick prompted. Bob narrowed his eyes.
"Alright. One beer."
Nick showed him the way up there are once they'd got up there he got out two deck chairs. He sat a distance away from Bob so if Nick did say anything about Jess he wasn't meant to, he could get up and run having had a 2 second head start. Bob took his beer and the two men discussed soccer and music. They had similar tastes, so Nick felt slightly more comfortable talking to him.
"So Bob, if you and Jess's mom aren't getting back together, any special woman in your life?" Nick looked down at his beer. What percentage of alcohol was it? That was such a stupid thing to say.
"No, I think I just prefer being alone. Maybe some day." Bob chuckled. "What about you, you got a girl?" Nick panicked.
"No! No. No no no, no no." He blurted and carried on saying while Bob was talking.
"No? Really? Seriously? Good looking guy like you? Seems like women would just flock to you." Bob continued to insist but Nick really wanted him to stop.
"I don't wanna talk about it!" This isn't something I wish to talk about Bob, trust me!"
"Geez, okay." Bob shrugged. "I'm sorry."
"Just fricking back off." Nick felt frustrated. Not about Bob insisting that he had a girl, but that all Bob could say about him was he has good looking. Was that all Jess saw in him? A hot guy hook up? Sure, Nick knew he didn't have a lot going for him, with a job or lifestyle but surely Jess didn't just find him attractive. Nick hoped she found him attractive but that had to be something else, anything else she liked. Nick liked Jess'…well everything. The way she sang to herself or to Nick, the different ways she made breakfast, how she'd become an education of children so she could inspire lives, how she argued with him, the candles she insisted of buying, her art, the way she smelt. Nick liked everything about Jess, could she really just like the way he looked?
"Arrh. I'm sorry I brought it up." There are a moment of silence between the men. Nick broke. "Alright." He said.
"What?" Nick intended to tell Bob that he liked Jess. That he wanted to ask his permission before he asked her out. He wouldn't tell him he'd already kissed her, simply say he liked her. He smiled a self-satisfied smile, and hit the desk chair he was sat on in triumph.
"There's a girl."
"There is? You see, I told you, there's always a girl."
"Yeah, you're right."
"Come on, what's she like?" Nick freaked. How could he tell Jess' dad about Jess.
"She's… a not quirky."
"No?"
"She's got no bangs."
"No bangs?"
"Tall…fat."
"Really?"
"Very ugly eyes, small beady little eyes." Bob agreed, looking slightly confused.
"Her name is… Yolanda Winston."
"Yolanda Winston?"
"Yes. And I really like her. Yolanda, I mean and I slept with her."
"Really? Well, good for you."
"Yeah, but I'm not sure on my next move. See after we slept together, we got…interrupted by her…Mom and so we didn't have a chance to talk."
"Well, what do you think you should do?"
"Hmm.. I thought I should just ask her out on a date. But when we went on our first date, we ran into her ex-boyfriend and he told us to write down what we thought we were to each other."
"Right, okay."
"And I wrote something very stupid, on that card. It's not what I want, but I panicked. And now, I don't know what she…Yolanda wants."
"Nick…I think you need to just talk to her. Tell her how you feel."
"What if I don't know how I feel? I mean I know what I feel but what I'm feeling doesn't… how do I know if she feels what I'm feeling and if she does, how to I know I'm feeling what she's not feeling and thinks I feel? You know?"
"I don't what you just said, but just talk to her."
"You are a wise man Bob Day." Nick raises his beer and clinks it against his.
"We're not that different, you and I." Bob nods.