Our Boy Brad

 "Tell me, are you really allergic to coconut?" Brad practically winked at Jeanette as he poured her a glass of buttery chardonnay at the rooftop lounge where jazz softly played in the background.

"Um, no," Jeanette stared back at him, even lipped, but they clinked the wine glasses and drank. "So you are a pretty little liar?" He laughed a bit impish. "Do you really know Logan James?" Jeanette tilted her head as if maybe they both were. "OK, I was his caddy for a while, seriously, the man has no reason to be on the golf course, but you know, it's his connection place," Brad shrugged. "I think I liked you better when I thought you were a distant relative," Jeanette teased. She cut into her grilled fish. "Want to try my steak?" He held up a small chunk on his fork. "Must I?" She winced. "I dare you," he teased and she took the bait. "Wow, you do shock me sometimes. Are you sure you aren't with some secret organization, to keep America hygienic?" "Maybe," she went back to her fish and rice, took another sip of wine and asked him about his major. "Undeclared." "Undeclared?" Her face tensed, "I should have known." His smile was so playful. He was fair and practically a redhead. The freckles were there, but had to see. Still, he looked quite devious and Jeanette found it infectious, against her better judgment. "You're the type who can do anything he puts his mind to." Jeanette pointed her fork at him. "I've had a lot of jobs," he told her. "I have to." Jeanette was serious as if she might be light years ahead of him. "Just don't tell me you feel like an outsider, there, at the sorority," Brad said he noticed the first person she went to was the chef's wife. "The chef's wife?" Jeanette chuckled. "She didn't even like me." "That's because they kicked her out," he said as he made his way to his onion rings next to his tossed salad dripping in ranch dressing. He ate his food before it got cold. Jeanette mixed the rice with her fish. "But why..why did they kick Margot out?" Jeanette wanted to know as Brad was pouring her another glass of wine. "Um, I can't say who started it, but somebody took to the chef and you just don't do that at OSG." Jeanette nodded as she comfortably sat back to enjoy the city skyline glistening from the rooftop. Still, she couldn't decide if Margot thought Jeanette looked down on her or if was she trying to tell her to leave.