And yet, I’m bored.
Bored in Miami. How is that even possible?
I change from my suit into workout clothes and decide to head out for a run along the beach. Maybe that’s my issue. I just need to get my blood pumping. I text Nate my plans since he wanted to meet up for dinner.
Ev: Going for a run.
Nate: Sounds good. I’m running the numbers we discussed at the meeting today. We still good to grab dinner later? I’d like to run a few things by you.
Ev: Yep—how about 7?
Nate: Great—Mexican okay? There’s a place right down the street that the concierge recommended. It’s right on the corner, across from the coffee shop.
Ev: (thumbs up emoji)
After a nice hot shower, I change back into a fresh shirt and pair it with my suit pants and loafers. I forgo the tie, but Molly’s right: I need to go shopping for casual clothes. I pocket my phone and wallet and head in the direction of the coffee shop we stopped at earlier today.
I arrive at my destination a mere three minutes later and bark out a laugh. Turning, I take a selfie, making sure to get the restaurant sign in the shot.
Ev: About to have dinner
Molly: ok…
Ev: (sends selfie): Eating at The Pink Taco
Molly: Funny, I thought you ate there last night. ;)
Ev:You’re killing me.
Molly: You’re the one who started it.
Ev: True. This name cracks me up. And did you know the World Erotic Art Museum is only a five-minute walk away.
Molly:I did not know that.
Ev: See how much I can teach you?
Molly: So when’s my next lesson?
Ev:I’ll be home Friday night, but late, probably after midnight. Saturday, after we meet with the caterer?
Molly: Can’t wait.
I walk into the restaurant and spot Nate at a table in the back. His face is buried in his tablet, and I have no doubt he hasn’t quit working since our meeting this afternoon.
“Hey, nice place.”
He laughs. “Yeah, if you had told me this morning that I’d be eating a pink taco tonight, I’d have laughed in your face. Hopefully, there’s no photo evidence—I could lose my Grindr privileges if this gets out,” he jokes.
“I won’t tell a soul,” I chuckle. “What looks good?”
“Everything. When we checked in today, I asked around for suggestions, and everyone said this place is a must.”
“Excellent.” I glance at the menu and decide on the carne asada enchiladas. We place our orders, and then Nate gets right down to business. It’s odd—that’s usually my job. But, I reason that I’ve taught him well, and I listen to his take on the meeting we had today.
He talks animatedly and passes his tablet over, so I can take a look at his calculations and specs.
He’s damn near jumping out of his seat with excitement. He says the words “merger” and “acquisition” like they’re religious terms. Finally, he pauses long enough to take a drink, but then, starts right back up again.
