Scene 12 — Lindsey

Cal and Lindsey arrived at the town after a short walk following the incident at the creek. Lindsey’s pants dried a little but were still fairly transparent. They both were nervous, had their bet that getting here clean and neatly clothed paid off or would the other teams already be there. Or could they have even come and gone? There was no way to know.

Their first glance at the exterior of The Little Smoky seemed like a good omen, it looked upscale in a rustic sort of way. As soon as they entered Lindsey suspected they were in luck, the other diners were all dressed nicely, the tables were covered by white table cloths, and the staff wore black pants or skirts.

For a brief moment Lindsey worried that their clothes might not actually be fancy enough but quickly dismissed that, this place was going for rustic chic, not black tie formal dining. She found it a bit pretentious but that was beside the point. Per their plan she led the way with Cal close behind her. She reached back, caught his hand and placed it on her left hip. It was a spot that you would only touch someone you were intimate with and she thought it would give off the lovey dovey young couple vibe that would explain why they were so close together. It also gave her a little thrill to feel his warm palm in an intimate spot on her body.

The hostess confirmed it was just the two of them and didn’t give them a second glance as she turned to lead them to her table. Lindsey quickly grabbed the first seat offered, making sure to keep her front towards the hostess. Cal sat across from her and thanked the hostess. They both breathed a huge sigh of relief.

“That’s the highest my heart rate has been all weekend, standing at a hostess stand,” Cal said, obviously amused that in a physical competition it was being nervous about being seated at a restaurant that was the biggest stressor.