Wanda did have a point. Now that Richard thought about it, could he really imagine Jessica Bartram coming home from work and actually taking the time of day to change some kid’s nappies? Not only that, but Richard really couldn’t imagine the woman cradling a newborn baby in her arms without pondering about work deadlines and who the new caterer for some gaudy event will be. “Aye, I suppose yer’ right. Let’s hope I remain smart the next time I start datin’, eh?”
After giving his order to the waiter, Richard rested his elbow upon the table and leaned his cheek upon his upturned hand. A calmed smile drew itself upon Richard’s face all the while he listened to the brunette. Ah, nothing has changed. Wanda was still the famous rambler than she was in the past. Sure, to most she would rub them as the quiet and perhaps even shy type, but not with Richard, or at least he didn’t see her that way. Richard always knew Wanda as the type of woman with a story to say. Usually, everything that brushed past her lips never seized to entertain him.
“Well, haven’t you been a wee busy bee,” chuckled the Scotsman. “I’m happy for ya’, Wanda. I mean, just look at how far you’ve gone. I know you say you have to start somewhere when it comes to bein’ a researcher, but in my book you’ve already made it pretty far.” Just then the waiter came in and laid there drinks in front of them. Perfect timing.
“To more adventures, eh?” hummed Richard as he gingerly tilted the brim of his cup against her glass.
“So you hadn’t dated anyone since your ex? I can’t believe that,” Wanda quipped not believing a word out of his mouth. He was the cutest man she’d ever met--okay, well, he was in the top 3 definitely and he was one hell of a catch with baby blue eyes. It was impossible for him not to have dated since that bridezilla person.
Again, it was probably not her place to ask. This was a friend of her father’s who was considerably older than her (as if that had ever stopped her) but hey, Ethan’s friend. Right. Nothing remotely similar to flirting should come out of her lips because this guy had helped her with her economics homework, he’d never see her as anything but Ethan’s overgrown kid.
“I had to make up for all the time I lost,” Wanda explained nibbling at her inner cheek. “But yeah, I’ve kept myself busy. I just wanted to do something you know? Prove to dad that his investment in my education wasn’t for nothing,” she shrugged feeling small again, a feeling she did not like one bit.
“Well thank you, I’m really not good with compliments,” she admitted looking down and then up again when the waiter brought their drink. Lifting her glass, she toasted along with him, meeting his eyes, “to more adventures.”
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