Refreshment
"That's when I whacked him with the olive loaf." She stuffed the last of her pizza into her mouth, wearing the most miserable expression.
It was very improper of him to just start laughing.
"Kurt!"
The fat, rolling tears of mirth slowly ceased, and he apologized. "The way you tell it's hysterical."
She drank from her Sangria. "It'll be funny tomorrow. Right now, I can't get that look on Trish's face out of my mind when I told her I had accidentally put my bubble gum in her hair."
"It'll grow back."
"That's what she told me. I don't think Chris cares, anyway."
"Neither would I."
She smirked. "You're so sweet. But that's a crock of bull."'
"Come on; you don't know me by now?"
"I'd like to think that I know you."
"But?"
"But I don't know if I know anyone that well. Especially after today."
"You know that Ivory's just mad."
"She's always mad."
"She's being taken off contract! You'd be mad, too!"
She sighed, finishing the last of her taco...which slipped off the tortilla and right into the lap of her black dress. She let out a defeated moan and ate the rest of the shell.
Not one moment later did a fleet of mariachi stroll up to her, all of them playing Habanara.. She winced at the jangling instruments, all of them making her headache worse.
"Kurt! Pay them!"
"Uh, I guess you don't want the other half of my surprise."
"Other half?" She thought that the night out at the restaurant was enough. She watched with wide eyes as he strapped on a caballero hat and began to sing along with the band. "Oh Lord!" She started laughing.
Laughing! How could he do that; alleviate her mood in five seconds?
The strumming stopped. "Ole!" He tossed his hat with a flourish.
And he kissed away the tears of joy rolling down her face.