Cream and Sugar novel

---- 3. Some Sort of Date It was nearly six p.m. and I still haven't decided what to wear. "Shit, that's it I'm not going." I grabbed my PJs on the floor and settled in nicely on the couch." Forget tonight. I'm not, not, not, not going." I repeated, cussing a few times in the process. At six p.m. sharp-god knows Tiff is never late-the two lovebirds came spritzing inside the apartment." Gail?" Peter called from the door.

"Just go inside, Pete, it's my apartment too." From the distance, I hear Tiff say. "Not for long..." Peter's voice grew louder. Their steps grew nearer, too. When Tiff finally laid eyes on me as I was sprawled about on the couch in my PJs, she couldn't help but cuss again. "What the hell are you doing?" "T can't do it." I simply say, avoiding eye contact. "What do you mean you can't do it?" Tiff said. "Tt means exactly what it means. I can't do it.

I'm not ready, and I admit it." I heaved out a breath. Jo Stafford's song No Other Love spun in my head ever since we left the coffee house. It was Pam and I's song, that's why it affected me so much. ---- Peter looked at his watch and then gave Tiffany a nudge towards me. Tiff sat beside me on the couch, " Hey, you don't have to worry. There's no pressure at all. Pete and I would be there, and it's not like this is a date, right?

It's just four people going out to watch a movie." I finally had the courage to look at Tiff, then to Pete. Two best friends I could ever hope for, "Well, if you put it that way, it's not really so bad." So, I was finally dressed and sitting inside Tiff's car. Before I left, I drank two shots of vodka, you know, liquid courage. Tiffany took notice but didn't bother to call me on it, "At least you won't reek for the rest of the night, right?" She said.

"How do you know where Cameron lives?" I asked Peter since he was driving. "IL asked Simon, why? Please tell me you have no plan to stalk this woman, Gail." He said jokingly. "T can't promise anything." "Behave tonight, all right, Gail?" Tiff asked politely and I hummed a simple agreement. We passed by Cream and Sugar on the way to Tiff's house. So her shift is over by six, huh. I thought to myself. Not long after, Cameron joined us inside the ---- car.

Unlike her usual pulled up hair and coffee house uniform , Cameron wore her wavy blonde hair down and had on a blue tight pants, a strap sando tucked in, and a black coat. "Hello," she said to all three of us when she sat down, Iadjusted my glasses and said the greeting back. "It's a little chilly tonight." "You said it." Peter said. "So, you know Tiffany , my fiancé." Cameron nodded and greeted Tiff, then Peter turned to me.

"This is Gail, our best friend." "Nice to meet you, finally," I blurt out suddenly, although it did come out casually. "It's refreshing to see you outside Cream and Sugar." "Oh yeah, I rarely get to go out since I'm always tired from work." She smiled at me, she looked at me and acknowledged my presence, it felt good. "Thank you guys for asking me out tonight." "No problem." Peter said as he drove to the cinema.

I didn't want to let the vibe die down so I continued the conversation, ''So what movie are we going to watch tonight?" "Spectre," Tiff says then turns to us from the passenger seat, "Peter loves Daniel Craig." "Can't deny it." He says with a nod. ---- Tiffany proceeded to tease Peter and I laughed along. Cameron sat to my right and I dare not glance over to her. Although , from a safe distance I can smell her perfume.

When the silence have loomed for a bit, I took it as a chance to make small talk. "So, Cameron, what do you like to do when you're not at the coffee house?" The blonde faced me, her pink lips in full view, "Not much really. I catch up on some reading, go out to watch movies , like now." Cameron says and adds a smile. "But on Sundays, when I have my day off, I go to dance class." "Oh wow," I blurt out my thought.

Peter saves my comment with a question, "So you'rea dancer, huh?" In which Cameron nods and says 'yeah "to. "What kind of dance do you do?" I ask, regaining my composure . I never would have thought her to be a dancer. "I do mostly all of it. I've got to say I like ballroom , you know, waltz and tango, etc. But I do have a soft spot for hip-hop and funk." She fixed her hair once and I caught a whiff of her perfume again.

"Wow," I say and Cameron tries to wave my fascination off, "seriously I've never met someone who does what you do. I mean, I obviously hang out