The Fair was all that Maggie had been talking about, ever since he had mentioned it the night before during dinner. She'd even gone upstairs that evening and pulled out her pirate costume. She laid it out on the bed, making sure that she had all of the accessories to go with it. Lily helped her, too, by locating an eye patch and some gold-colored costume jewelry.
This should be great, he thought, taking another sip of coffee to help energize him through the morning. An entire afternoon with Maggie and Lily. It's just what I need. Maybe it will help me to relax a little bit.
A knocking came on his office door and he glanced up to see a silhouette standing on the opposite side of the frosted glass. He sighed and looked back down at his work. Whoever was on the other side, knocked again, this time a little louder.
“Goddammit,” Wyatt muttered.
Cindy is supposed to let me know if someone wants to see me, he thought. This is exactly why I want her to do that for me. I'm being interrupted right now and I don't have the time to handle anything else.
The knocking came again, though, and Wyatt decided it would just be easier to deal with whoever was on the other side. That way, he could hopefully get back to work quickly and get on with his day.
“Come in,” he called out.
The door opened a crack and David popped his head in. “Hey, buddy. Whatcha doin'?”
Wyatt raised his eyebrows. “I'm working.”
“Am I interrupting?” he asked, as though the answer wasn't completely obvious.
“Yes,” Wyatt said, pushing the papers away and finally looking up toward David. “I've got a busy day. I need to get out of here by lunch time.”
“A date?” David asked, stepping the rest of the way into Wyatt's office and taking a seat in the extra chair.
“Maybe,” Wyatt said. “What's up? You look extra happy today. It's kind of making me nervous. Did something happen?”
David smiled wide and leaned back in the chair, putting his hands behind his head to stare dreamily at the ceiling. “Yes, Wyatt, something did happen. Something so beautiful and amazing that I almost wonder if you'll believe me when I tell you.”
“Hold on, let me guess,” Wyatt said, with a dramatic pause afterward. “You got laid by someone your own age?”
David brought his gaze down to meet Wyatt's. “Very funny, but you know I only date women between the ages of twenty-one and twenty-seven. Give or take a year or two.”
Wyatt laughed and shook his head. “Oh yeah, my bad. I forgot about that rule.”
“No, what I have is much better than getting laid,” he said, standing up from the chair.
He approached Wyatt and pulled two tickets out of the front pocket of his slacks, slapping them down onto the desk.
“I got playoff tickets,” he said proudly.
Wyatt's eyes widened. “Holy shit. You weren't kidding the other day, were you?”
“Nope,” David said. “Two court-side tickets to the first playoff game of the year. It's going to be epic and you're coming with.”
“That's in a few weeks, right?” Wyatt asked.
David nodded. “Yep. So mark your calendar.”
I guess I might be able to go, Wyatt thought to himself. Mildred will be back in town then and I'm sure she wouldn't mind watching Maggie that night.
“Alright,” Wyatt said. “I think I'll be able to make it happen.”
“You think?” David asked. “You better be able to make it work. Do you have any idea how much it cost me to get these?”
Wyatt smiled. “I'm guessing less than you spent at the bar last night.”
David parted his lips to respond, then paused for a moment. “You might be right about that. It doesn't matter, though. I want you to come with, because it's going to be a ton of fun. Won't be the same without you.”
“Alright, fair enough. I'll go,” Wyatt said. “For what it's worth, I really do appreciate you getting the tickets. As much as I hate to admit it, you were right the other day when you said I need to try to get out more.”