After messaging a bit with the doctor, I headed out to meet some friends in the West Village for dinner and drinks. I needed to take a step back from the intensity of the relationship and get a fresh perspective from my girlfriends.
While we waited impatiently for our table at Via Carota, I filled them in on my newfound romance over some pink bubbles at the bar. Their mouths dropped open as I read a couple of the sappiest lines from our love letters out loud.
They couldn’t believe this had all developed in only a week’s time. I still couldn’t either.
“I have the feeling this is not going to end well, Bianca. Like with you at the bottom of the Hudson River.” Cameron nervously joked as we stood outside in the cold, smoking a cigarette together.
I rolled my eyes and we made our way inside to our table after waiting a mere ninety minutes to be seated. The place was packed. I was already feeling tipsy, but was determined not to have a hangover the next day on my date with Mark.
After we finished the meal and settled the bill, the girls continued on to the next bar. Despite their protests, I decided to put myself in a cab and head home.
As melodramatic as Cameron was, I couldn’t help but allow my mind to go there. How would this all end?