CHAPTER 17: I'M A NURSE

Meanwhile at the famed Olive Taverns And Restaurant Jeanette was out on the worst date she had ever been on in her life, not that she had been on many.

The man in front of her didn't look bad at all. Expensive navy blue suit, leather shoes, perfect haircut, gelled hair, boring eyes and lips that only spoke about his ambitions and future. Nothing he said intrigued her, he was only 'interrupting' the nice soul music that was being played in the restaurant.

How did she even meet this guy?

In a moment, she remembered her friend, an older nurse at the hospital introduced them.

'Ah jeez!' She thought aloud.

'Sorry?' The man asked bringing her back to the present.

'Hmm?' She mumbled, a bit startled.

'What was he even saying?' She thought, trying to recall the last words she heard him say.

'I thought I heard you say something,' he said as he reached for his glass of martini.

'Uh…nothing, I didn't say anything,' she cleared her throat.

'It's not like you're gonna let me say a word,' she thought.

'So… what's your story?' Jeanette finally heard him ask after about an hour of listening to stories about her date's disturbingly scheduled life.

'Ha Ha. Now, he wants to know,' she thought as she rubbed her feet together to warm her toes. She was certain she wasn't going on a second date with this man.

'I'm a nurse.' She said simply.

'And? That can't be it,' he chuckled.

'I'm afraid it is,' she said, taking her purse from the table and using her back to push her seat backwards.

'This has been a lovely evening and it was great meeting you, but I've got to go,' she said, standing up to take her leave.

'Home? I'll have a staff here drop you,' he said unbothered. It sounded more like he was boasting than offering.

'No, thank you,' she smiled relieved yet, offended.

'I'll call you Jane!' he yelled as he watched her walk away.

'It's Jeanette jerk!' She said through her teeth, pissed.

As she got to the door, she noticed through the glass door, the heavy downpour of rain outside. She figured she couldn't hear the rain from inside because of the music.

'How cliché…' she thought as she tightened her hold on the hand of her purse. She prepared herself for the inevitable cold as she stepped outside.

Jeanette shuddered as the rain splashed on her skin. It seemed not to fall as drops, but as buckets of water pouring from the sky. With no luck with getting a cab, she decided to go back into the tavern. A few more hours listening to a jerk in The Olive Tavern was better than the shock-infusing cold outside. She returned to the welcoming warmth inside. She located her table, but her seat was now occupied. The man had company; a redhead in a black dress. He kissed her hand and called for the waiter to serve her "something in the recommendations."

'Hadn't it been just a minute since I stepped out?' She wondered. Yet again, she walked out of the tavern annoyed. She was outside in the cold for the second time and the idiot was inside having a great time.