Old Fashioned Way

**Sorry that posts go up sporadically timewise! I used to be able to keep to the 9 a.m. schedule, but work has been crazy lately. Therefore from here on out I promise that they'll always be up by 6 p.m. on Weds & Fri, does that work? Also thank you for still reading guys, the stats continue to wow me each week!**


To my great relief, Dylan returned from Vegas relatively unscathed. We hadn't talked other than a few texts over the weekend so I was ecstatic when his name popped up on my phone screen Monday morning.

"Hey!" I greeted him loudly, overjoyed at finally being able to hear his voice. I snuck away from my desk and into an empty conference room to talk to him.

"Ah, loud," he said and I could hear the noises of an airport behind him, a ladies voice announcing a departing flight to Phoenix. 

"Haha, sorry," I said. "Did you just land?"

"Yeah, waiting for our bags now, man I can't wait to get into my bed," he said. 

"I bet," I replied. "But it was a good weekend? Did Ryan have fun?" 

"I think he had a little too much fun," Dylan said, and I heard one of his guy friends chuckle in the background. My mind flashed to the time that Ryan and Ashley had slept together in Sea Isle, and I hoped that he hadn't repeated that with a trashy Vegas gal.

"I see," I replied, not wanting any more details. "I can't talk much since I'm at work, but I'm glad you're home safe. I'll let you recover but call me tonight and fill me in on stories?" 

"Of course," he said. "By the way, did you buy your train yet for this weekend?" 

"Yeah, I'll be in around 9 p.m. on Friday," I replied. I was heading down to Philly for the weekend since it was my Mom's birthday. I had hesitantly asked Dylan to come with me to the dinner on Saturday night, and he had readily agreed. 

"Great," he said. "Can't wait to see you." 

With that, we hung up and I returned to my desk. Him asking me about the weekend reminded me that I had yet to buy my mom a present, so I started surfing Amazon for something I could 2-day order. I recalled her making a comment about wanting new mixing bowls or something last time we talked. 

"Lunch?" Elena asked twenty minutes later, jolting me out of the KitchenAid rabbit hole I had been sucked into. 

"Crap when did it become 1 o'clock?" I replied, adding things to my online cart before minimizing the window. 

"About ten minutes ago, come on I want sushi!" Elena persisted. 

I laughed, "Okay okay let's go." 

As we headed outside and turned left, I quickly typed a text to my Mom. I hadn't realized until now but I really missed my family and I was so excited to see them in a few days. 

"Ahem," Elena said loudly and I looked around, had I walked past our favorite sushi place? No, we still had two more blocks.

"What?" I asked, confused. 

"Are you not going to ask me about Trey?" she asked with a light laugh.

I scanned my brain, who the fuck was Trey?

When she saw my confused expression she rolled her eyes. "The bartender you idiot." 

"Oh!" I said. I had completely forgotten about the bartender from Saturday night who we had all been drooling over. After several drinks, Ashley and I had convinced Elena to get his number. But I wasn't aware that she had done anything with it.

"Did you text him?" I asked, intrigued. Elena was so not the type to text a guy first.

"Sure did," she replied, holding open the door to our lunch spot. 

"What did you say!" I asked eagerly.

"Well I texted him last night and just said that it was great meeting him, blah blah," she said, pausing to order an eel roll from the counter. I ordered a spider roll and edamame and we sat down to wait. 

"And?" I pressed.

"He said it was great meeting me too, and then I asked him if he was free this week..." she trailed off. 

"Don't make me say 'and' again," I replied, she was legitimately terrible at storytelling.

"Anddd.. he said he was free tonight," she said.

"Tonight as in.. tonight? Or tonight as in.. last night?" I asked.

"Last night," she replied and a pink blush crept up her cheeks, which she hid by placing her face into her hands.

"Ah! Did you go see him?" 

"He came over.." she said as a shit-eating grin spread across her face. 

"Ohmygod!" I squealed, surprising the waitress as she set down our food at the same instant. "Sorry," I said quickly to her. She shot me a tight smile before scurrying away.

"Did you sleep with him?!" I asked, more reserved this time.

Elena nodded slowly, mixing her wasabi into soy sauce. 

"How was it?!" 

"Incredible," she said, raising her eyebrows. "Like on the kitchen counter incredible."

"Ah!" I squealed, unable to contain my excitement. "And he is so fucking hot." 

"Do I detect a bit of jealousy?" Elena joked. 

"Um, duh, he's gorgeous. His biceps could have had their own country," I said. "Are you going to see him again?"

"I hope so," she shrugged. "I have held off from texting him."

"Did he sleep over?" 

She shook her head, "No, he left around 3 a.m. I'm exhausted. I do like him though, he's funny and smart. He said that he just bartends at night, because he is going to law school during the day." 

"Nice find," I said, nodding my encouragement. "Do you know his last name? We can stalk him when we get back to the office."

"No," she said firmly. "I don't want to ruin it by finding his arrest record or photos as a stripper or something!" 

I laughed. "Fine, find out the old fashioned way. But don't come crying to me when you find out about his past as a sex offender." 

She rolled her eyes. "How's Dylan?" 

"I'm going to hope that my mention of sex offenders isn't how we've segued into this topic," I replied. "But he is great. He's meeting my family this weekend."

"Wowww," she said, stealing one of my edamame. "That's big."

I nodded. "Yep, but we're ready. Plus I'm pretty sure that my parents think that I'm making him up." 

"Well good luck," she said, raising her water bottle in a mock cheers. 

"And good luck to you and Lawyer Trey!" I echoed.