What Are Friends For

"This is exciting, Ric.” Stacey closed the passenger door and looked across the roof of the two-door sedan. “I get to be your wingwoman.”

“Let’s not make too big a deal about it.” Ric felt his back pocket for his wallet before he shut his door.

“Not make a big deal? Ric, we just drove a half hour to a diner off the highway to try and get a girl’s phone number.”

“Correction – I drove.”

Stacey rolled her eyes. “In any case, the romance scale is flippin’ off the charts! I’m excited.”

Ric shook his head. “How did you talk me into this?”

“You said you liked this girl, right?”

“I don’t know the girl enough to like her.”

“But you’d like to know her.”

“Well, yeah.”

She snapped her fingers and pointed at him. “Exactly.”

The two walked up the steps that led to the diner’s platform landing. Ric pulled on the diner’s door and let Stacey walk in first. “I should’ve done this a different day. Preferably one where Drake wasn’t working.”

“You’d prefer my boyfriend here over me, Ric? Come on, this’ll be fun.”

When Ric entered, he noticed the two employees behind the counter. One was a redhead whose hair was pulled into a bun, her eyes covered with crow’s feet. The other had her blonde hair fashioned in a ponytail. She laughed at something the first waitress said, but her facial muscles remained frozen.

“I didn’t realize you were into cougars,” Stacey whispered.

“Shut up. She isn’t here.”

When Ric stopped by the diner a week prior, after visiting the orthodontist for a consultation, the young woman who waited on him left a great impression. He didn’t have the nerves to say or do anything then.

“We’re still gonna eat though, right?”

“A deal’s a deal,” Ric said.

“Good afternoon!” The red-haired woman stepped from behind the counter with two laminated menus tucked beneath her arm.

“Hello, how are you?” Stacey asked.


Ric looked around the diner. Out of the fifteen or so booths, only four were occupied. “Can we sit near the exit?”

“Of course.”

Ric and Stacey sat at the booth nearest the exit as the waitress handed them the menus. “What beverages can I start you off with this afternoon?”

“Water’s fine,” Stacey said.

“Pink lemonade for me,” Ric answered.

The waitress smiled. “I’ll have that right out for you while you look over the menu.”

Ric’s focus was on the entrance. He also tried to get a peek in the kitchen in the back. He noticed Stacey staring at him. “What’s your problem?” he asked.

Stacey planted an elbow on the table and lifted a finger. “One: ‘Can we sit near the exit’? What is that? Are you expecting to make a quick getaway? You’re gonna give that woman an ulcer. She probably thinks there’s a bomb or something now.”

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About S.C. Wade

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S.C. Wade has been writing since he was a child. He is currently 26-years-old and lives in Sarasota, Florida. He works, volunteers, and still makes time for the craft of writing. His work can be found at Daily Science Fiction and in Villipede's first sci-fi anthology, The Glass Parachute.
  21 months ago
Cute and an easy read. I enjoyed this.

I wonder if this story is now out of date. Instead of numbers I think the kids ask 'if we can be friends on Facebook.' That sounds kind of desperate though. Otherwise they can do something called flicking left or right on something called tindr. Sounds...read more like a euphemism for something. But I don't know. That's just what my sources tell me about the kids.

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