First things first, Bea can eat like a man. And I find that so... god damn attractive. She does it so gracefully and girl like, but the portions of food are even more than I would take. I think I admired her throughout the majority of brunch. 

Her jogging attire is black and orange. Even her nails are painted orange, too. Must be her favorite color.

Crissie will be wondering where the hell I am right now. In fact, she might have called five times while I was having brunch with Bea. And I might have ignored the calls. Sorry, honey.

"That's your fiancé who kept calling, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you answer?" Bea looks at me questioning.

"You know what? I actually don't know. I should probably get going. I'm gonna get interrogated." I sigh. "She'll probably think I was cheating on her."

Bea leans in over the restaurant table and smirks. "What are you going to tell her? You were still jogging? That you saved someone from getting kidnapped? That you would rather marry an Easy Bake Oven than her skinny ass?"

Where is all this low key bitterness coming from?

"No? I was going to tell her that I went eating with a friend. I'll tell her I met you today while jogging. I'll tell her the truth. Why would I lie?"

"Does she make you happy, Terrance? I can sense some vibes from you." She takes a sausage and fits the whole thing in her mouth. She chews then swallows. Then, she sucks her fingers while looking at me.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was trying to seduce me. Luckily, I do know better and that's exactly what's she's doing. Why? She knows I'm taken. She's sexy in her own way, but I'm not interested.

"Does she make you happy?" She asks again.

I curse. "No. Not... not really. She expects too much of me. Everything nice, I've given it all up. No more meat, no more binge watching, no more late night eating. It was fine at first, a change to my normal way of doing things. Now, I hate it. This brunch, this is the most I've eaten in one hour for the past 2 years and I couldn't be happier."

"So... I make you happy?" She wickedly grins.

"I guess you can say that. I mean, you made me happy for an hour. Now, I've got to go home."

"I don't want you to." She says. "You're my only friend besides Aron and my sister. I don't want to be alone. Like, you might think this is dumb, but I started obsessively eating after my best friend died. His favorite food was pasta. Anything pasta. I use to cook him stuff all the time. Now, he's gone. And you... you remind me of him."

   It appears that this woman, despite her charisma, is very lonely. I don't have a whole lot of friends either. Why not be her friend? She can be my escape from eating healthy. I could fill that void in her heart. Win-win situation. Plus, I like this woman.

   "Well, don't worry about it. I'm your friend. We can hang anytime. Unless, I can't make it that day. But, we can hang whenever both of us are free. Cool?"

   Her grey eyes light up. "Cool. Definitely. You free tomorrow morning? I want you to try my special recipe for dumpling soup. I just recently started making homemade soup, so I'm experimenting. I need a second opinion."

   Am I free?

   No.

   I am now. I need a break. I'll tell Crissie that I'm sore from running today. I'll still tell her the truth with Bea. I just won't tell her the truth about what I'm eating.

   "Bea. Yeah, I'm free. Here, let's exchange numbers."