Lunch with Griffin and Rachel

“And then he was all like, ‘uhh… dude, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before,’” Rachel says, imitating a deep voice, and Griffin bursts into laughter. You meet her eyes, and the two of you share a smile that Griffin is oblivious to as he smacks the table.

“You got him… you got him real good,” Griffin says, still chuckling to himself.

“So Alex, why the massive plate?” Rachel asks, pointing to the absolute mound of food stacked up. There’s layers of potatoes and chicken steak and salad and all in all, it really is more than you would usually be consuming.

“Because my schedule’s a bitch. After this, I’ve got psychology, and then chem lab, and then soccer practice… Man, dinner’s going to be at like 9 pm!” you say, counting off the events on your fingers.

“Hey, at least you’re exercising and burning the calories,” Griffin says, giving Rachel a meaningful look.

“What?” she says, jutting her head out at Griffin. “I think I look good just the way I am. You got a problem?”

Griffin seems to carefully weigh the odds in his head before speaking: “Uh, I think you look great, babe… but… surely you could have come up with a better outfit than that?”

Rachel’s wearing a nice little black dress that accentuates her curves, and you find it quite soothing to the eye. Rachel seems to agree, saying: “I think I quite like my outfit too. But why squabble? We have a perfectly neutral observer here. Alex, what do you think?”

Ah. The ever-present danger whenever you third wheel.

Griffin +5
Rachel +5