☆ TUESDAY, MAY 22ND
it's the annual long island regatta on the atlantic. don your most stylish nautical wear and meet up with friends for a day of sailing, yachting and ogling those gorgeous rowers from harvard, yale, and dartmouth.
“that outfit isn’t very nautical,” Noah said looking over to Rita under a car he was working on.
“I’m not a very nautical person,” Rita said trying to get her cigarette smoke to form designs in the air.
“Then why are you going?” he asked sitting up and wiping his hands on a rag.
“My dad might be coming up today and he would be extremely upset if I wasn’t there. he loves sailing,” Rita said with a shrug.
“Since when have you been a people pleaser? Especially when there was no benefit for you?” Noah asked raising his right eyebrow in suspicion.
“I have my moments,” Rita said with a coy smile and then added, “Come with me.”
“Ha!” Noah exclaimed, “Absolutely not!”
“why not?” Rita asked leaning forward.
“I’m not going sailing and yachting with your Ivy League friends. I’ll end up punching someone,” Noah said with a laugh.
“Please, there not my friends, they’re simply people I have to occasionally talk to in order to get what I want. And as for punching someone, I bet I’d beat you too it,” she said taking another drag on her cigarette.
“and what if your father’s there?” he asked standing to his feet.
“So what? You’re not getting I don’t care what people think,” she said rolling her eyes.
“But you have to go to this thing,” Noah said catching her contradiction.
“Are you coming or not?” Rita said annoyed.
“Fine, but you owe me big time,” Noah said throwing his rag on the ground.
“Believe me, I know,” Rita said with a smirk.
“Don’t be overwhelmed,” Rita said to Noah as they approached the dock.
“don’t worry, I won’t be,” Noah said with a sigh.
“Okay, here comes Lily, just be prepared for her,” Rita said as a young blonde girl made her way toward the couple.
“Margaret, oh how good it is to see you!” the bubbly girl said throwing her arms around Rita once she was close enough.
“Lily, you know I go by Rita,” she said removing to lanky arms from her neck.
“Well Mags dear, have you heard the news?” Lily asked excitedly as if she was about to burst.
“I’m gonna go with no,” Rita said shortly.
“ah! I’m engaged,” she said flashing her hand in front of Rita’s face.
“Nice,” Rita said half-heartedly.
“His name’s Tobias and he’s assistant investor to my father and he’s just perfect!” Lily gushed.
“Sounds like it,” Rita said pulling out her pack of cigarettes and then she turned to Noah and said, “Lily, this is my friend Noah.”
“Oh you’re friend,” Lily said turning to Noah, “what kind of friend?”
“Just friends,” Noah said finally speaking, “Nice to meet you.” He held out his hand and shook hers.
“Well, what do you do, Noah?” Lily asked looking down at her ring with a smile.
“I’m a mechanic here,” Noah said putting his hands in his back pockets.
“Oh interesting,” Lily said not fully listening as she still stared down at her ring. Suddenly she looked back up with a perky smile and said, “I should probably get back to my group. I’ll see you later, Maggie. Nice to meet you, Nick.”
“Nick,” Noah said with an injured air.
“Don’t take it personally; she’s so high on her engagement right now she can’t remember her own name,” Rita said rolling her eyes.
“I think it’s sweet,” he said contrasting her cynical nature.
“Oh stop it,” Rita said smacking him in the stomach, “Don’t make me sick.”
“You’re gonna tell me you never want to get married,” Noah said crossing his arms across his chest and staring at Rita. Much to her relief, she didn’t have to answer that question because another person was coming toward them.
“Okay, this is someone you might find more agreeable,” Rita said waving to the girl coming toward them.
“What makes you think I didn’t find Lily agreeable?” Noah asked seriously.
“Just knock it off,” Rita said under her breath.
“Hey, Rita! How are you?” another Hamptons face asked her.
“Pretty good, how ‘bout you?” Rita asked.
“Living,” the girl said and then turning to Noah said, “Who are you? You definitely aren’t one of the regulars.”
“This is Noah, he’s a mechanic here and my friend,” Rita answered for him.
“Nice to meet you…” Noah trailed off, not knowing to whom he was speaking.
“I’m Lorelle,” she said, “Nice to see some variety here.”
“Is Aaron coming?” Rita asked Lorelle.
“Seriously, was do you think he’d risk everything for a stupid boating party?” Lorelle spat back at Rita.
“So what’s going on with you two?’ Rita asked, persisting on the subject.
“I’ve gotta go,” Lorelle said, “Nice to meet you Noah but if I were you I wouldn’t stick around this one too long. She can be toxic.”
Noah watched, wide-eyed, as Lorelle sauntered off. “You thought I’d like her better? She nearly ripped your hair out!”
“So what, we’re people who say what we want and when it comes down to it we respect that about each other,” Rita said with a shrug.
The rest of the day went surprisingly well. Though neither would admit it they actually enjoyed the sailing. The sun was warm and there was a cool breeze. They laughed and joked as they watched the crystal blue water crash against the side of the boat. There were a lot of snickering and talking about Rita’s ‘mysterious’ guest but they just laughed it off. Almost 90 percent of them had sent their cars to Noah and the fact that they didn’t recognize who he was only made them laugh.
When they were docking the boat Rita noticed a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye and immediately stood up straight.
“Daddy!” she exclaimed running toward the man who was apparently her father.
“Rita, I knew you’d be here,” her father said embracing her, “How was the sailing?”
“Fine, daddy,” Rita said in a sweet voice.
“Well, I’m not glad I missed it,” he said with a sigh.
“There’ll be plenty of time for that later,” Rita said with a smile.
“Who’s this?” her father asked, finally noticing Noah.
“This is Noah Levy, he’s the local mechanic,” Rita said motioning to Noah.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Evans,” Noah said extending his hand.
Mr. Evans paused and looked at Noah with a cold, hard face. Finally, he extended his hand and quickly shook Noah’s. “Rita, call me when you’ve finished with him,” he said and with that he was gone.
“Ouch,” Noah said once her father was out of earshot.
“Hahaha oh don’t worry about it. My dad can’t make stop meeting up with you and if he doesn’t like it he doesn’t have to know about it,” Rita laughed.
“I doubt it but I’m not going to argue with you now,” Noah sighed, “I’ve gotta go. Catcha later.”
Rita watched Noah walk away and she felt her blood boil. Was she mad at Noah? At her dad? At herself? Who knew. All she knew was that no one could tell her what to do.