I'd always imagined that realizing you like someone would be a blissful moment. I pictured something like going down a hill on a rollercoaster. You waited for so long to reach the top, your anticipation becoming nearly unbearable. Realizing you like someone is when you're done waiting, you begin descending. Things move rapidly, your stomach drops. You can hardly see where you're going, only feel it. The thing about that descent is, you're falling. You go through so many twists and turns that it can make you feel a little nauseous. Once you fall, there's no going back. Watching Grant talk to the waitress, asking for a booth for the two of us, I desperately wanted to go back. Her eyes lit up as he spoke. I had to look away as he touched her arm, smirking. I willed myself to think of anything else as she walked next to him to our booth.

She smiled sweetly at him. "Here you go sir."

Grant shook his head. "Call me Grant, sir sounds way too professional for me."

"I'll remember that Grant." She sat the menus down in front of us. Her eyes focused on Grant. I was irritated to find that she was beautiful, model long legs, and curly blonde hair.

"I'll give you a few minutes to look over the menu." She swayed her hips a little too much as she walked away. Enjoy your week of fame. I thought, scuffing.

I wasn't the jealous type. It didn't bother me that she was flirting with Grant. It bothered me that she was standing in the way of Grant and I being alone. Imagine having a really hard day at work, just getting home and comfortable, then a friend stops by unannounced and wants to go out. It stops you from doing the thing you really want to.

Grant's eyebrows raised. "What's that face?

I shrugged. "My hungry face." I thought it was a nice save.

Grant smirked at me. "Hungry, huh? What are you craving?" He leaned towards me, his elbows on the table. How does he know? Panic rose inside me. It was as if we were in the honeymoon stage. We weren't allowed to be in the honeymoon stage though, because we weren't together. It was strange, we'd known each other for so long yet it was like we'd just met. It felt like we were two new people.

I pulled up my menu. "The chicken salad looks good." I'm the chicken. I chastised myself.

He reached across the table and gently pushed down on the menu. "Sure. If you're hungry for food."

I knew that the second I looked into his eyes I would lose all control. I did it anyway. "I'm hungry for experience. Mine is lacking."

He was confused at first, then smiled. "Well, if experience is what you're looking for..."

The waitress was back. "Have you guys had enough time to look over the menu?" She flipped the page in her little notebook and faced Grant.

"Sure, she'll have a water, no lemon and a chicken salad, no tomatoes and ranch dressing." His gaze was steady. I couldn't help but smile at her confusion.

She scrambled to write down my order, then returned her gaze to Grant. "And for you?"

I jumped in. "To drink, a coke. He'll have a cheeseburger extra cheese and a side of fries." Grant looked at me, impressed. She acknowledged me for the first time.

"Okay, is that all for you guys?" She said, visibly annoyed. She popped her diva hip as she wrote.

"That's all." Grant responded, then added. "But just so you know, if we ever come back here, her order should be taken first." She gave up even trying to hide her irritation, she huffed away.

"Think she'll spit in our food?" I whispered to him.

"I'll make her take a bite of everything she brings out here."

"The only thing she wants to take a bite out of is you." I pointed at him.

His eyebrows raised. "No, she's just trying to assert her dominance with you."

I giggled. "What are you talking about?"

"You don't do that?" He asked, his head titled.

"Nope."

"You're telling me that when you see a pretty girl, you don't try to prove you're the better woman? See who can get the guy's attention, who's boobs are better..."

"Not personally."

He took this in a moment.

"She's pretty." I nodded towards the waitress. She was leaning over the counter in her little dress whispering something to the chef.

"I guess." He shrugged. "But she's taking forever to bring our food, that's a definite turn off."

"You mean there's something that turns you off?" I asked, feigning surprise.

"Ha ha." Sarcasm dripped from his voice. Then his eyes grew wide. "Did she see me?" He said in a hushed tone, lifting the menu to cover his face.

I looked around, confused. "Did who see you?"

"Tall, black hair, skinny." I could hardly hear him he was speaking so fast and low. I looked around and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. I saw the girl instantly. Her beauty made my heart stop. Her hair looked like pure silk; her body could be compared to a coke bottle. She was looking towards us.

"She's looking over here."

He took a deep breath and laid down his menu. He smiled towards her. Grant was not the type to back down from an uncomfortable encounter. In this moment, I really wished that he was.

I heard heels clicking towards us. "Grant." An obviously feminine voice came from behind me. I turned to her. The black-haired girl was standing directly behind me, glaring at Grant.

"Trish! How's it going?" Grant smiled dramatically at her.

"I'm fine." She grinned. "Well, I was better before...."

"Did you're a** get bigger?" Grant cut her off. My mouth dropped. I kicked him under the table.

"What he meant to say was..." I began, searching for an excuse.

"I meant exactly what I said." He stopped me, watching her. "So was it weight gain? Plastic surgery? Butt pad?"

She didn't even look phased. "It's always been this nice. Did that rash on your "you know what ever clear up?"" I went to defend Grant, but he spoke before I got the chance.

"There was no rash, must've gotten me mixed up with one of your pimps. It's nice to know you're still thinking about me naked though." He winked at her.

I wanted to crawl out of my skin. I wanted out of the middle of whatever was happening. I tried to look composed, but inside I was ready to throw up.

"Who's she?" She motioned to me.

"This is Rinnie." Grant looked at me.

"Poor girl." Trisha retaliated. The waitress came over with our food. She sat it down, completely unaware of the tension.

"Thanks." Grant said, making her smile. I thanked her too, but she didn't notice. Her hips once again swayed way too much as she left. Grant didn't watch her though.

"I should go." Trisha said, stepping closer to Grant.

"Oooo, good idea." He smirked. She turned and left.

"Wow." Was all I could think to say.

Grant took a sip of his coke. "I know! She's so annoying."

"Who was she?" I thought I could guess the answer, but I wanted to hear it from him.

"An ex." He took a bite of his food. "It didn't end well."

"Clearly." I laughed. "What happened?"

He shook his head. "Doesn't matter."

"Grant." I urged.

He sighed. "She hooked up with Roger."

My eyes grew wide. If I would've known that I wouldn't have been so civil with her. "Roger?! The Roger who you were super close with? Is that why you guys quit hanging out?"

Grant kept a straight face, which meant it was killing him to talk about it. "That's the one. Yeah." He paused a moment, leaning back. "It's cool, I hooked up with her friend Anna right after I found out."

"She really hurt you didn't she?" I asked, feeling a little sick. It was hard to hear about Grant getting hurt.

He pulled some cash out of his wallet and slapped it down. "We should go."