Eric's Weekend; Part 2

Eric crossed around to the other side of the Uber to open the door for Lucy, which seemed to make her happy. Then things got awkward.

“This is where we’re eating?” she asked, putting on a face like she’d smelled something rotten.

“Yeah,” Eric said. “It’s a nice place. What, is there something wrong with it?”

“No, it’s fine,” Lucy said, but she was clearly put off.

Eric wasn’t interested in playing whatever game she was, so he didn't beg for her to tell him the truth. Instead, he just took her hand and led her inside. They were almost fifteen minutes late for their reservation so the host had to move some things around and they had to wait to be seated.

That led to Eric counting Lucy sighing loudly almost a dozen times as they sat and waited. Once his name was called Lucy seemed to perk up a little and they were escorted to their seats. Being the gentleman he was, Eric pulled out her chair for her and Lucy preened a little at the pampering.

“I’ll order for us,” he said, taking the menu from her.

Lucy raised her eyebrows at that but seemed to like that he was taking charge. It was a trick he’d picked up from one of the podcast hosts. First, when the waiter came over, Eric ordered a bottle of wine for them to share. It wasn’t the most expensive on the list, but it was a decent $50 bottle.

And then, when the waiter left, he just sat and looked across the table at Lucy without saying anything. He kept himself relatively neutral, maybe with a little smile. It was another trick to show he was comfortable and had the power in the relationship. Lucy was obviously confused for a moment, and then flustered, which was exactly how he wanted her since she had some apologising to do.

“That is so fucked up, Eric,” Sabrina interrupted him.

“What? No, it isn’t,” Eric said. “It’s just Evo Psych. Every relationship has someone who is in charge, and if it isn’t the man then the relationship is doomed to fail.”

“I don’t even know where to start,” you groaned, rolling your eyes.

“Oh come on,” Eric said and gestured between you and Gemma. “You guys can’t tell me that between you two there isn’t one of you who is obviously in charge most of the time?”

“No, there isn’t,” Gemma said. “We talk and we compromise if we don’t agree on something. Communication builds a strong relationship, Eric. Not… power games.”

“Whatever,” Eric sighed. “I’d bet that one of you wears the pants, you just haven’t realised it yet.”

“I literally cannot imagine how this story could get any worse,” you said.

“Oh, it does,” Eric assured you.

Lucy finally asked how Eric’s week had been.

“Busy,” he said. “I work a lot.”

“Gemma said you have pretty regular hours at the office,” Lucy said.

“Well, any real man has a couple of side hustles going at my age,” Eric said. “The hardest million is the first one, after all.”

“And how’s that going?” Lucy asked. She’d previously shared that she’d dated some guys with trust funds in the millions, and Eric knew that she was making a point of that.

“Work smart and hard now, and I’ll be there soon,” Eric said.

“So that’s why you didn’t call me this week?”

Eric shrugged.

“Seriously. Why didn’t you call me this week? Or answer my texts with more than a couple of words?”

“I was busy,” Eric said. “Doing business. You can’t expect me to be at your beck and call, Lucy. I’m a man, with important things in my life.”

“So you’re saying I’m not important,” Lucy made that stink face again.

“I’m saying you’re just one important thing in my life,” Eric countered. “Or would you prefer I was just some simp who worshipped at your feet?”

“Obviously not,” Lucy said, though a part of Eric wondered if that was what she wanted. “But if you plan on us being a thing, you’ll need to put in some more effort.”

“Maybe you need to put in some more effort,” Eric said. “It’s not like you were offering to come over to my place to make things easier for me. Maybe cook me dinner some night.”

“You know I don’t do kitchens,” Lucy sneered.

“And I don’t do distractions,” Eric said just as the waiter approached with the wine. He had Eric smell it, though to be honest Eric had no idea why he would do that, and then taste it. It tasted like wine, but Eric drew out the tasting a little bit to make it look like he knew more than he did, and he nodded. The glasses got poured. He raised his towards Lucy. “A toast,” he said.

Lucy raised her glass as well, clinking against his, with her eyebrow up curiously.

“To two hot as hell people settling our differences on a beautiful night out,” Eric declared.

“Mmm,” Lucy hummed in agreement and they both sipped their wine.

Their conversation was further interrupted by the waiter returning to take their orders, Eric ordered a spring roll dish for appetisers to share, and then he ordered Lucy a salad topped with salmon and himself a lamb dish.

“OK, can we speed this up a bit?” you asked. “I know storytelling is in the details, but this is dragging and we’re trying to hear it all before Garrison gets in.”

You, Gemma and Sabrina had all started working while Eric told his story. Andy still hadn’t woken up and was sitting ramrod straight in his seat. It was almost impressive how he could sleep through your conversation without falling over in any direction.

“Fine, fine,” Eric said. “Nothing really happened during dinner. She talked about people at her work and looking forward to going back to school and her friends being around. Then she asked about you a bunch, John. She really dislikes you, man. Then she wanted dessert but I said no, we were going for a walk down to that food truck place you guys told me about and I might get her something sweet there.”

Sabrina just shook her head, and Gemma sighed softly. “Does anything good happen on this date?”

“For sure. We’re about to get to the blowjob,” Eric said.

“Oh, God,” Sabrina groaned.

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