Emotions run high when a date is this good

“Why do I feel so full?” Cattie groaned and then chuckled. “The portions were so small, but there were so many of them.”

The tasting menu had been delicious as usual. She was right though - the portions were small, and other than the first time at a place I usually preferred ordering off the menu so I got more of what I wanted and not a bunch of things to try and go ‘Hm, interesting!’

Our last plates had been cleared and the Maitre D’ had come by and poured us each a little glass of dessert wine, making idle chit-chat just like he did at every other table. Of course, every other table didn’t get the dessert wine - it was likely something that had been ordered for a special recipe or something at one of the restaurants in the Sahara and they had a third of a case left over in the back of a storage room somewhere. The perfect thing to break out once in a while for ‘friends, knowing you were likely to get the same treatment when you were hosted by them - as long as you didn’t **** the privilege, at least.

“I’m still floating after that prime rib,” Cass said, blinking and shaking her head slightly as she leaned back in her chair and idly swirled the honey-gold liquid in her glass. “That wine reduction might have gotten me high.”

“Definitely dangerously good,” I agreed.

“So how’s the date so far, babe?” Cass asked Cattie with a grin. “Living up to the hype?”

Cattie grinned. “So far? Well, there’s been less canoodling than I expected but I guess that comes later. Otherwise, it’s been…” She stopped and took a breath, clearly doing some wordsmithing in her head before she finally focused on me. “It’s the best date I’ve ever been on, and you could bring me to McDonald’s tomorrow and I’d be happy, Tiger.”

“Well, it’ll be a different vibe tomorrow,” I promised her. “But definitely not McDonald’s. I need to spoil my delightful, funny, sexy, absolutely lovable girlfriend.”

Her smile was pure bliss, but as we looked at each other it dropped a bit and I was surprised when a tear suddenly spilled from one eye.

“Babe?” Cass asked in concern, grabbing her hand.

“Shit,” Cattie muttered, grabbing her napkin and dabbing the eyeliner-stained drop from her cheek. “It’s nothing.”

“Obviously not,” I said. I was already holding her hand across the table and I gave her a squeeze of encouragement.

“I’m just… overwhelmed. By how good this all is, and how bad…” she stopped, shaking her head. Then she squeezed my hand back and stood up. “Just give me a minute, OK?”

“Do you want me to come?” Cass asked, half-standing and still frowning slightly.

“No, babe, no,” Cattie said, leaning over and giving her a kiss on the cheek before circling around the table and hugging me from behind. “I’m fine. I just need a minute by myself, OK? To clear my head and fix my makeup.”

“OK,” I said, rubbing her arms as she hugged me, then she pulled away and headed towards the washrooms.

Cassidy watched her go, concern still written across her features, but a beat after Cattie had disappeared around a corner, Cass snorted.

“What?” I asked, seeing that little smirk that said ‘trouble.’

“What if that was just an act so she could go drop a giant shit without you knowing?”

“Cass,” I grunted in shock, trying not to laugh.

“Or maybe just fart. Like, we’ve been comfortable with farting for forever, but she’s not farting in front of you yet,” Cassidy snickered. “What if she just gets in there, the door shuts, and she just lets it rip? And then she makes eye contact with some woman who is washing her hands and is like ‘First date’ with a shrug, and the woman is like, ‘Yeah, I’ve been there.’”

I was almost **** on my laughter, trying not to let it out. “Is that something that women do?”

Cassidy shrugged, grinning teasingly, and then sighed and shook her head.

“How are you?” I asked.

“Fucking good,” she answered immediately, not breaking eye contact with me. “You?”

“Awe-struck a little, still,” I said. “Very aware of how unearthly lucky I look, and I sort of feel.”

“But you still know why,” Cass nodded.

“I still know why,” I sighed in agreement. None of this was what we’d wanted, where we’d been going. Especially me. And it hadn’t happened entirely by accident.

We really needed some therapy, and I really hoped we weren’t going to have to shop around too much to find someone that worked for us.

“I love you,” Cass said softly, reaching over and putting her hand on mine.

“I love you too, baby,” I said, turning my hand over to link fingers with her as we looked at each other. Then I sighed again and shook my head. “Can I ask you to do something tomorrow while Cattie and I are on our date?”

“Anything,” she said and I knew she meant it.

“We’re not going to have any real alone time to talk about… it,” I said, and the look in her eye told me she understood I meant the App. “Not before you and Cattie need to fly out. Could you please just, like, write out everything on a notepad for me?”

“Like, all the info and stuff?” she asked.

“Like everything,” I said. “I need to try and wrap my head around it. Literally draw out and label all the UI and where it goes, if you can. Visualising it might help me understand it better.”

“I’ll try,” she promised. “I just don’t know if it’ll work. I’ve never tried drawing it before but the magic-”

“I know,” I said. “I know. But we might as well try.”

“How much info do you want on people?” she asked, a little cryptic but I understood her.

“All the perks you’ve bought for you, or me, or anyone else. The exact wording and who has them. And… the stats for all the girls. And anyone else you think would be relevant to give me examples of other stuff that doesn’t come up with them.”

“OK,” Cass nodded. “I can do that. Just- remember that stats will be about me and how they relate to me, not about you.”

“I know, baby,” I said. “I don’t need to know how they feel about me; I’ve lived this long knowing you loved me without any reassurance from technology or magic. I can live without knowing about them, too, and take them at their word.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, her lower lip quivering.

“I know,” I said. “I know, Cassidy. I didn’t mean to make it sound like I was-”

“I know,” she shook her head, then sniffed and quickly ran a finger under both of her eyes to keep from crying. “I know you didn’t mean it as an attack. It’s just… the way it is. Is there anything else you want me to try and do with it?”

“That’s it for now,” I said. “Once I can sit down and look at it and wrap my head around it better, then I’ll probably have more questions.”

She nodded and then straightened in her seat, and a moment later I realised Cattie must have been coming back from back over my shoulder. I quickly stood and pulled her chair out for her, and she paused to kiss me lightly on the lips before letting me help her sit.

“What did I miss?” she asked as soon as she saw the look on Cass’s face.

“Nothing,” Cassidy assured her.

“Well, that’s not true,” Cattie said bluntly and then looked at me. “What happened?”

“Just us marvelling at how amazing it is to have you in our lives, mixed with the sourness of how we ended up in a position for it to happen,” I said, giving her as much of the truth as I could. “Neither of us regrets anything with you, Catherine, and God do I love the everloving fucking out of you. But Cass and I…”

“We still need that therapy,” Cass finished for me.

Cattie nodded, giving us a serious look, and then tilted her head and looked at Cass intently. “Do you need him to yourself tonight?”

“No,” Cass said quickly. “God, no. There’s no way I’m taking away a night you could have with him.”

“That’s not what I asked, Cass,” Cattie sighed.

“In the future, yes, I’ll want nights alone with my Tiger,” Cass said earnestly. “But this, what we were just talking about? Not something that pulls a priority moment. I’m going to absolutely love whatever happens tonight, and unless Robbie wants you to himself then I’ll love falling asleep with you on the other side of him, too.”

“Is it weird that I kinda love having you on the other side of him, too?” Cattie grinned. “Like, I love a good snuggle. And you give great snuggle, Robbie. But reaching over and just being able to grab your hand and share that moment with you is surreal and so good, Cass.”

“Love you, Bestie,” Cass grinned.

“Love you too, Bestie,” Cattie grinned back. Then she sniffed in a breath and blinked, looking up. “OK, now I need to try not to cry again. Fuck you guys and making me so emotional.” She laughed.

We laughed with her, and I sipped my dessert wine and found it was almost gone so I drained the last of it. The sweet **** burned a little going down, and I felt a little like that was how my life was right now. Sweet and intoxicating and really, really good, but with a little burning reminder that not all was right.

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