LIII
LIII
The next morning, I was standing in front of the building. As if just noticing that the time was just 6:30am, light chuckles spill out of my lips, I was even here before the security. Only the ones on night shift sat there, fighting the sleep.
I had worn my most ordinary shirt, and pants, if I was going to stand there riskily, I was not going to stand out. Although, I had a feeling being here by this time was standing out already.
Cam had no idea I was here this early, I didn't tell him. I didn't want him to wiggle his brows and make suggestive love faces. And I didn't want him to tell me not to do it.
Theresa had a long laugh as I called Lisa's name while I came.
"So you do have a love interest." She pointed out.
I blushed in embarrassment, luckily she couldn't see as the room was dark.
We laid down in a way that her head was at my legs, and vice versa.
"Are you going to tell me about her?" She asked nosily.
I rolled my eyes, even though she couldn't see it.
"Are you a therapist as well?" I asked.
She snorted.
"It's better to offload on a stranger, they'll never know what you're talking about. Or ask questions. Plus, I'm the best stranger you can talk to, I'm not the least bit interested in your life."
I raise my head to look at her laying form.
"Then why are you asking?"
"It seems you need a fresh view to your girl problem, and I can't leave here till morning. Plus, you were in my guts and you called someone else's name. I think I deserve to know."
I blushed once more, I don't even know why I moaned Lisa's name, we hadn't even gone past first base. Why did I call her name?
I lay back down and tell Theresa everything, leaving out all the times she tormented me in my dreams, I didn't want to seem like a creep.
After a minute of silence, she asked,
"Do you always get all the girls you want?"
I mulled over it for a minute.
"Yes."
"All of them?"
"Yes" without hesitation.
"Except Lisa of course, maybe it's not lust, or love. Maybe it's that toxic masculinity you guys have that you can't talk no for an answer."
My thoughts spun at that minute, I hadn't thought about that. But I was fairly certain it wasn't that.
"No it's not, I'm certain it's lust." I lie, I wasn't certain.
I saw her shoulders shrug in the darkness.
"But let me assure you, if she doesn't feel the same, you're creepy."
Even after having that conversation, I still stood outside of Bavard, bouncing on the balls of my feet, like a child waiting for his mom, I waited outside for Lisa, who might be freaked out by my sudden appearance. Or might be excited as I am.
The night shift security men had swapped places with the morning shift and had walked away with bleary eyes. Workers had started to troop in, and that's when I realized just how many people worked for Bavard.
I had started to crave coffee and there was a coffee shop right there. Wondering if she'd come just as I leave, I stayed put. But the scent of other people's coffee, dragged me to the coffee shop. Luckily it wasn't packed, and I got out as fast as I got in.
Thirty minutes later, I find her rushing down. Excitement pooled in my veins, I felt more awake seeing her than I did when I drank the coffee.
She wore a pencilled skirt that went below her knees, and had a slit running to her mid thigh, as she moved she gave me tiny view of her milky thigh. I felt myself twitch.
She was getting closer now, her eyes were everywhere, but they never met mine. Lucky for me, I was standing directly in front of the door.
Finally she stood in front me, her eyes met mine, and the shock that plastered on her face after registering that I was standing in front of her.
"What..where.." Her words came out in stutters.
I felt pleased to be standing in front of her.
"Don't run away again." I tell her breathlessly.
From up close she was even more breathtaking. Her eyes blinked away from me.
"I have.. uhm." She swallowed, not knowing what to say.
"I'm late, I have to go." She tells me, but doesn't make a move to leave.
"I know, can we start over?"
She looked back at me, and then she took a step backwards. I felt a stab of hurt, but I couldn't let her know that.
"I'm sorry, I have to go."
She side stepped me and began to walk away.
"I won't stop. I won't give up." I tell her without turning to face her. But I heard her foot falls walk away.
I swallowed, trying to force the lump in my throat away. Maybe, just maybe, Theresa was right.
No girl had rejected me before, this was the first time, maybe I couldn't handle it, maybe the toxic masculinity part of me, as Theresa put it was on display. But the last thing I wanted to be to her was creepy. I didn't want to be creepy.
Lost in my thoughts, I had ended up in one of Cam's restaurant, I sat at the far end, trying to sink into the seats.
"Good day sir, my name is K, I'll be serving you tonight."
I didn't even look up, Cam had asked his workers to be mysterious, to get more tips or whatever. So I guess this one's mystery was his name K.
"I'll have the today's special." I tell him without looking at the menu.
Cam made the specials something I liked. He looked out for me more than I looked out for myself. He said just In case I was hungry, and I met one of his restaurants, I just had to ask for the specials.
Realizing I needed to talk to my best friend as my ego had taken a hit. I dial his number.
"Cam, I need you."
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