It’s out of the frying pan and into the fire, you think as you hang up the phone. You can’t tell Lindsey that you’re just using her to escape Jackie, and now you’ve promised to spend a whole night alone with her. You know that Lindsey’s been trying to get you inside of her for a long time (really, ever since your very short relationship ended) and you’re sure that she’s at least going to make an attempt to turn you into a meal tonight. At least you’ve improved your situation slightly; being a probable meal for Lindsey is far better than being a definite meal for Jackie. You hide out in a back alley, so that Jackie won’t find you if she comes looking, and wait for Lindsey to arrive.
You’re surprised at how quickly Lindsey shows up as her white Jeep pulls up in front of the restaurant. You try to be stealthy, walking out of the alley and approaching the car, but Lindsey has no intention of allowing you to make it out of here quietly.
“Troy!” She yells as she throws open her door and races around the still running car to latch on to you for a big hug. You wrap an arm around her waist and give her a small kiss on the top of her head, her long blonde hair draped over your shoulder. “Hey you.” You say quietly, trying to prevent any unnecessary yelling that might alert people inside the restaurant.
“How are you?” She asks excitedly, looking up at you with her fair, freckled face and green eyes. You forget every so often the things that you find attractive about her. There’s a little girl innocence that is created by her long blonde hair and pale skin. Her petite body actually feels very good pressed up against yours. She’s a smaller girl but has a very nice figure that you always seem to forget about when you’re usually trying to avoid her. Even the things that you find less attractive about her, her persistent Southern accent or her odd nose, seem to have certain endearing qualities about them.
“I’m good.” You answer. “Ready to go?”