Chapter 4: Dinner Date“Hi, I’m Frank.”
He is 170 cm with small hands, thinning hair, a poor dresser, and is disproportionately front-heavy with no ass. Maybe he has a nice personality, please, some redeeming quality.
“Hi, Frank. I’m Naomi!” I let on that I am not disappointed with what is on offer and smile broadly.
We have met outside Brontosaurus. Below its Flintstone-inspired-looking name is their motto, Home of the Brontoburger. Dread what I am in for.
I stand poised, waiting. A gentleman should lead and offer to open the door for the lady he is accompanying. My head turns, little ticks at a time, waiting for him to take a hint. Go on, man creature, lead. Do the thing. Frank is oblivious, standing there instead.
I take charge and storm the place, he finally catches on and joins me
