Won't Be Bored As Hell With Her

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she yells, patting the front of her dress, which is almost completely dry. “It’s Dolce and Gabbana.”

I watch the scene quietly as the man mumbles an apology. Another waiter comes in and apologizes as well before leading the first one away. I wait until they’re gone before speaking.

“Oh, you idiot,” she mutters.

“It was just a mistake, the guy’s human. He deserves some respect.” Bianca blinks, her expression almost comical.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I overreacted,” she says.

I frown at her quick agreement. When the waiter returns, she even apologizes. The apology is far from sincere; it’s clear she did it just to please me.

“You should choose the wine,” she says, gesturing to the menu in front of me.

I shake my head.

“You can choose.”

“No. I’d rather you chose.”

I clear my throat to shake off my irritation and pull out the menus to order wine and then food. The entire evening is boring. Our conversation shifts from our families to her adult life, whic