the local ice cream shop. It’s simple, nothing drastic, but it’s helping keep me distracted until I can achieve what I need to.
Casey has also spoken to my mother. She said that she wants to see me and that I should go and see her. I don’t know if I can. I need to feel better about myself first by trying to get my body and health back. I’m still way too skinny, too unhealthy. Though thanks to all Casey’s and Sax’s cooking so far all that’s changing. I can feel the clothes that I came with are fitting a little tighter, the dress now hugging instead of hanging on me. Casey had a few of my old clothes which she gave me. They’re still too big, but slowly I will get back into them.
I have to start work in an hour, so I decide to leave now. I don’t want to burden anyone, so I choose to catch a bus and walk the rest of the way. It’s not too far from Casey’s and is within walking distance. Once I get off the bus, it’s about a fifteen-minute walk to the shop. I stop along the way, admiring clothes in the boutique stores when my phone beeps. I look down and see that it’s my mother asking to see me. She’s sent that same message twice already and I still haven’t responded.
A hand lands on me, my foot misses its next step and I almost fall forward into hard and lean muscle. With my hands now on his abs, my nails almost digging in, I hear a sharp intake like I’m hurting him. I look up, and the man I see makes me gasp.
“Black?” I whisper, his face looks stricken and pained. He looks down and I notice my hands still on him, touching him, so I quickly remove them and his body relaxes instantly.
Was me touching him that bad?
“Rose,” he says, stepping back so we aren’t so close together anymore.
“I messaged you,” I say, not knowing what else to talk about.
“I know.” My head shoots up to stare at his face, sunnies covering over his eyes.
“You got it?” I ask in disbelief. I look at him. I always seem to be lost in his appeal. Appeal I’m sure he doesn’t even know he possesses. Always dressed the same, though, a black suit, a silver watch, white shirt, and black boots. So mouth-wateringly gorgeous.
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you write back?”
“I don’t deal with phones, they’re for business purposes only,” he says, like that’s the only answer I will get.
“Okay…” I mutter, looking behind him. I need to continue walking so I won’t be late.
“You working?” he asks, finally looking at me, noticing the outfit I have on. It’s a pinstriped skirt and blouse top in red and white.
“Yes, and I can’t be late for my second shift,” I say, stepping to the side to go around him.
“I’ll walk you then.” I start walking, Black keeping up beside me.
“You’re very full on,” I say, more to myself than him.
“How so?” I look to him, his eyes straight ahead. I can feel that he’s well aware of my stare though, like he knows it’s there. Though he chooses not to acknowledge it.
“You’re different, mysterious, dangerous, but kind.” I list the things I already know about him.
“I’m anything but kind, Rose.” I stop and turn to face him. He goes to keep on walking, but notices I’ve stopped and faces me.
“You are. Why would you think otherwise?”
He leans in close, so close his breath is on my ear before he talks, “You would hide and wish you’d never met me if you knew the truth. Let’s leave it at that, shall we?” He stands up tall and continues to walk and I run to catch up with him. “It’s best if you don’t contact me again,” he says, stopping outside the shop where I work. I give him a puzzled look. Like that will happen. He’s somehow stuck in my head, like a lion trapped in a cage just waiting for its escape.
“Okay,” I mutter, walking into the shop, trying my hardest not to look back.
My shift is almost over. I’m working with a teenager, and he has more experience than me, which kind of makes me sad. Luckily
Casey has also spoken to my mother. She said that she wants to see me and that I should go and see her. I don’t know if I can. I need to feel better about myself first by trying to get my body and health back. I’m still way too skinny, too unhealthy. Though thanks to all Casey’s and Sax’s cooking so far all that’s changing. I can feel the clothes that I came with are fitting a little tighter, the dress now hugging instead of hanging on me. Casey had a few of my old clothes which she gave me. They’re still too big, but slowly I will get back into them.
I have to start work in an hour, so I decide to leave now. I don’t want to burden anyone, so I choose to catch a bus and walk the rest of the way. It’s not too far from Casey’s and is within walking distance. Once I get off the bus, it’s about a fifteen-minute walk to the shop. I stop along the way, admiring clothes in the boutique stores when my phone beeps. I look down and see that it’s my mother asking to see me. She’s sent that same message twice already and I still haven’t responded.
A hand lands on me, my foot misses its next step and I almost fall forward into hard and lean muscle. With my hands now on his abs, my nails almost digging in, I hear a sharp intake like I’m hurting him. I look up, and the man I see makes me gasp.
“Black?” I whisper, his face looks stricken and pained. He looks down and I notice my hands still on him, touching him, so I quickly remove them and his body relaxes instantly.
Was me touching him that bad?
“Rose,” he says, stepping back so we aren’t so close together anymore.
“I messaged you,” I say, not knowing what else to talk about.
“I know.” My head shoots up to stare at his face, sunnies covering over his eyes.
“You got it?” I ask in disbelief. I look at him. I always seem to be lost in his appeal. Appeal I’m sure he doesn’t even know he possesses. Always dressed the same, though, a black suit, a silver watch, white shirt, and black boots. So mouth-wateringly gorgeous.
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you write back?”
“I don’t deal with phones, they’re for business purposes only,” he says, like that’s the only answer I will get.
“Okay…” I mutter, looking behind him. I need to continue walking so I won’t be late.
“You working?” he asks, finally looking at me, noticing the outfit I have on. It’s a pinstriped skirt and blouse top in red and white.
“Yes, and I can’t be late for my second shift,” I say, stepping to the side to go around him.
“I’ll walk you then.” I start walking, Black keeping up beside me.
“You’re very full on,” I say, more to myself than him.
“How so?” I look to him, his eyes straight ahead. I can feel that he’s well aware of my stare though, like he knows it’s there. Though he chooses not to acknowledge it.
“You’re different, mysterious, dangerous, but kind.” I list the things I already know about him.
“I’m anything but kind, Rose.” I stop and turn to face him. He goes to keep on walking, but notices I’ve stopped and faces me.
“You are. Why would you think otherwise?”
He leans in close, so close his breath is on my ear before he talks, “You would hide and wish you’d never met me if you knew the truth. Let’s leave it at that, shall we?” He stands up tall and continues to walk and I run to catch up with him. “It’s best if you don’t contact me again,” he says, stopping outside the shop where I work. I give him a puzzled look. Like that will happen. He’s somehow stuck in my head, like a lion trapped in a cage just waiting for its escape.
“Okay,” I mutter, walking into the shop, trying my hardest not to look back.
My shift is almost over. I’m working with a teenager, and he has more experience than me, which kind of makes me sad. Luckily
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