C5 P9

I had been in the restroom a long time and was wondering what to do next. I didn't want to be embarrassed like this in front of Carly again. I'm a praying type of guy and needed some help. So, I said a quick prayer, I need some help. Amen. Within 5 seconds Mike, the guy at the counter, came in. He was about to say something, but then saw my predicament. "Man, I'm so sorry. I thought I had the problem fixed last week.Don't worry I have just the thing." Mike was gone only for a minute and came back in with an extra apron. "Brian, I'm not sure which is worse wearing this work apron in public or having everyone think you had an accident."
"I'll take the apron any day 3 times on Sunday. Thanks Mike you're a lifesaver."
"Happy to do it. I am really sorry though."
"If I told you what has happened the last 24 hours you would think this is a walk in the park. I'll have to tell you about it sometime."
"I'll take you up on your offer, and I'll supply the ice cream." Mike said with a big smile on his face. "If Carly has anything to do with it...I'd love to hear that story."
I have known Mike all of about 30 minutes and I feel like I've known him forever. He's the second person in my life that has made feel that way.
"Holy Cow, I was about to call the Coast Guard or the plumber. I thought you had drowned. Why the apron?"
"Well, the faucet on the sink doesn't know which way the water is suppose to flow."
"Yea, sure it doesn't. Is there something you need to share with me?" she said grinning from ear to ear.
"Hey, Miss Carly if you don't believe me go in yourself and give it a whirl."
Carly and I made small talk on the way back to work. It was sometime between the ice cream shop and work that I realized that I didn't feel nervous being with Carly. She too felt comfortable to be around. I would say that I couldn't do anything more embarrassing around than I already have, but that would be a lie. Things can always get worse.
"Carly, I need a favor."
"What's that Santa Fe?"
"I need you to tell Amy that I've gone home sick, and I plan on being back tomorrow."
"You'd better be back tomorrow, we have a date remember?"
"How could I forget? Don't you remember? I make my dates pay for the outing."
"Brian, may I walk you to your car?"
"Aaah, sure."
The walk to the car was a comfortable quiet. On the drive home I was surprised by the comfortable quiet as we walked to the car. In the short time that I have watched Carly from afar or even the last 24 hours I always pictured her to always be talking. And not in a bad way either.