biased; Dylan was a great friend and deserved as much effort from her as Zac. Try as she might, the moment she realized that Zac wasn’t coming, her mood for cooking dissipated instantly.
“Vongole fine with you?”
“Of course.”
The night seemed to move slowly, not that she wasn’t enjoying herself. Dylan was being a great company, asking her about her latest trip and entertaining her with some silly stories about the restaurants, which did coax her into a better mood.
The only problem was the fact that she couldn’t help but glance over to her phone every few minutes, waiting for Zac to call. That certainly didn’t do anything to help the time to move any faster. It was rather difficult to concentrate when she couldn’t help wondering why Zac had called Dylan to come over without informing her.
The more she thought about it, the more her disappointment started to fade. Soon, the disappointment vanished and it was replaced by a brewing anger.
“You there?” Dylan moved closer to Faith on the luxurious deep gray sofa that Faith’s mother had imported right from Italy. On the coffee table in front of them, George had placed two steaming cup of Hacienda La Esmeralda coffee before them. Another expensive import that Faith’s mother had bought.
He caught me daydreaming. Faith tried to churn out an excuse, but when she failed to do so, she chose the honesty-is-the-best-policy route.
“Sorry, just wondering how come Zac hasn’t called. I’m thinking about all the things I could scold him with when he does.” She added in the last part to lighten the seriousness of her words, hoping that laughter would end the topic, but Dylan only looked at her with a slight furrow between his brows.
After a second or two, Dylan looked away and continued chatting as though the moment earlier had only happened in her head. Faith cocked her head to the side but was more than grateful to let it slip. She could see some frustration in Dylan’s eyes and she really didn’t want to keep dwelling on the stupid phone. Not even a message.
Argh, stop it Faith. She shut her eyes and pressed her hands to her temple.
Dylan didn’t miss the small gesture. He immediately stopped talking and bent down toward her face. “Are you all right? Having a headache?” he asked, almost in a whisper, as he lifted her chin.
Faith’s eyes opened and saw the worry he had for her. He was staring intently at her, truly concerned about Faith. She had almost forgotten how sweet Dylan was and silently reprimanded herself for being ungrateful.
With that, Faith smiled and shook her head, signaling that she was fine and at the same time, shaking Zac out of her mind. At least that was what she did for the rest of the conversation with Dylan.
“Good. Everything went rather smoothly in the end. There was quite a bit of a jam here and there, and I thought I wouldn’t be able to make it home in time.”
Dylan nodded and waited for her to continue, so Faith told him the summarized version of the problem she had faced when searching for retailers.
He shook his head throughout the story, and Faith could tell from the stern look on his face that a lecture was coming up.
“You shouldn’t put yourself through all these troubles. It was in a country where you were not familiar with how things worked and all. Next time, just stick to what the church plans,” Dylan chanted.
Faith forced a smile. That was Dylan, he was always nice and sweet to her, but had never really bothered to listen and understand how important these trips were to her. Perhaps having a new school or factory in their world wasn’t newsworthy to him, but it meant a world of difference for some.
Dylan took Faith’s hand in between his. “I know you love those trips, but you’re spending way too much time there. Take a break for awhile.”
Nodding, Faith answered, “I’m not heading out anytime soon.” Mainly because the frequent trips were tiring her out, and because
“Vongole fine with you?”
“Of course.”
The night seemed to move slowly, not that she wasn’t enjoying herself. Dylan was being a great company, asking her about her latest trip and entertaining her with some silly stories about the restaurants, which did coax her into a better mood.
The only problem was the fact that she couldn’t help but glance over to her phone every few minutes, waiting for Zac to call. That certainly didn’t do anything to help the time to move any faster. It was rather difficult to concentrate when she couldn’t help wondering why Zac had called Dylan to come over without informing her.
The more she thought about it, the more her disappointment started to fade. Soon, the disappointment vanished and it was replaced by a brewing anger.
“You there?” Dylan moved closer to Faith on the luxurious deep gray sofa that Faith’s mother had imported right from Italy. On the coffee table in front of them, George had placed two steaming cup of Hacienda La Esmeralda coffee before them. Another expensive import that Faith’s mother had bought.
He caught me daydreaming. Faith tried to churn out an excuse, but when she failed to do so, she chose the honesty-is-the-best-policy route.
“Sorry, just wondering how come Zac hasn’t called. I’m thinking about all the things I could scold him with when he does.” She added in the last part to lighten the seriousness of her words, hoping that laughter would end the topic, but Dylan only looked at her with a slight furrow between his brows.
After a second or two, Dylan looked away and continued chatting as though the moment earlier had only happened in her head. Faith cocked her head to the side but was more than grateful to let it slip. She could see some frustration in Dylan’s eyes and she really didn’t want to keep dwelling on the stupid phone. Not even a message.
Argh, stop it Faith. She shut her eyes and pressed her hands to her temple.
Dylan didn’t miss the small gesture. He immediately stopped talking and bent down toward her face. “Are you all right? Having a headache?” he asked, almost in a whisper, as he lifted her chin.
Faith’s eyes opened and saw the worry he had for her. He was staring intently at her, truly concerned about Faith. She had almost forgotten how sweet Dylan was and silently reprimanded herself for being ungrateful.
With that, Faith smiled and shook her head, signaling that she was fine and at the same time, shaking Zac out of her mind. At least that was what she did for the rest of the conversation with Dylan.
“Good. Everything went rather smoothly in the end. There was quite a bit of a jam here and there, and I thought I wouldn’t be able to make it home in time.”
Dylan nodded and waited for her to continue, so Faith told him the summarized version of the problem she had faced when searching for retailers.
He shook his head throughout the story, and Faith could tell from the stern look on his face that a lecture was coming up.
“You shouldn’t put yourself through all these troubles. It was in a country where you were not familiar with how things worked and all. Next time, just stick to what the church plans,” Dylan chanted.
Faith forced a smile. That was Dylan, he was always nice and sweet to her, but had never really bothered to listen and understand how important these trips were to her. Perhaps having a new school or factory in their world wasn’t newsworthy to him, but it meant a world of difference for some.
Dylan took Faith’s hand in between his. “I know you love those trips, but you’re spending way too much time there. Take a break for awhile.”
Nodding, Faith answered, “I’m not heading out anytime soon.” Mainly because the frequent trips were tiring her out, and because
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