Uncannily Similar: Not many in here tonight.
U.S: Still. At least we get our usual table. Not like last week. Remember? They didn’t even put the ‘reserved’ signs out. ‘Don’t they know who we are?’ Oh, they’re starting to light the candles now.
I leave U.S. to his new unofficial role as narrator of the evenings’ minutiae and head to the bar, passing a young lady I vaguely recognize. We’ve become familiar to each other by sight during the past few Fridays. I smile at her in an equally vague way.
I return to the table with our drinks:
U.S: Pretty smooth.
U.S: You. With that lass. Mr. Suave.
U.S: Yeah. You know.
I genuinely don’t.
The young lady in question slowly strolls past our table.
We look at each other for longer than is strictly necessary. She is actually very beautiful. Her quite lovely face breaks into a very wide smile as we gaze at each other.
I’m briefly amused by the ritual. And it might turn out to be an interesting evening after all.
U.S: Mate. Mate! Did you see that?
She has stopped to loiter by the pillar next to me. She’s in plain sight and earshot. For me. But out of Uncannily’s eye-line.
U.S: That look! Did you see the look she just gave you!
Me: Actually could you just-
U.S: If ‘looks could kill’ you’d be getting NOSHED OFF just then!
The very lovely woman with her almond eyes, dark hair and intriguing tattoo looks at me with a new-found ‘contempt by association’ and storms off. I never see her again.
U.S: Oh shit. Sorry. Shit. I didn’t see her.
Me: Actually that was probably helpful.
U.S: Christ, look….
Me: Excellent. No. Really. Great. It’s brilliant being friends with you. Do you know that?