Sweetheart

"Huh? No one."
"You sure you don't have to pick it up?"
"Yeah. Sure."
***
Dinner was over so Janie cleaned the tables and helped Hunter put the plates in the dishwasher. "You need to call back whoever that was?"
"Oh yeah!"
Janie took her phone out of her pocket and went into a random room.
Julien called several more times. He was drunk. His texts were nonsense. She called him.
"Hello?"
"Janie?"
"Yeah. Where are you?"
"You still care about where I am?"
"Sure, you're my friend."
"Friend? Are you crazy? I love you. We're in a relationship together. Aren't we? I miss you. Where are you?"
"I'm at a friend's house."
"Janie, don't you love me?"
"Where are you? So I can come pick you up."
"Do you love me?"
"Julien, I'll answer that question after you tell me where you're at."
"No, tell me you love me first."
"Okay, I love you. Now where are you, sweetheart?"
Julien chuckled. "You called me sweetheart? I like that. I'm at that bar when you came with Morgan. You looked so angelic and sweet. I wanted to fuck you so hard. So hard. Did you know that? But you had to play me and make me wait. I can't wait anymore."
Janie was sick when she heard that. She didn't want to pick him up anymore. "You're sure you're at the Maison Premiere, right?"
"Yeah, where are you?"
"Okay, stay where you are. I'm coming. How did you get so drunk?"