hands.
Lexi took her bagel and sat next to him. She handed him his cup of juice and he gave the third bagel to Tank. They all ate in silence for a while. Sloan wanted to barrage her with questions about herself, but knew it was a bad idea. So he picked the subject she had responded to without hesitation yesterday.
“So I didn’t ask you yesterday h ow the other meetings went.” Sloan said.
“Not much better than the first. But I’m hopeful, one of the three I talk to today will be the right fit.” Lexi said thoughtfully.
“I’m sure everything will work out fine. ” Sloan reassured her.
“Yeah.”
They both sat in silence for a while longer. Both wanting to ask the other questions but not brave enough to ask them. Lexi constantly wondered what brought him to his current circumstances, but since she was unwilling to divulge her past, she felt it was rude to ask about his. And Sloan wanted to ask her more questions but figured she’d bite his head off if he did. He knew that in time if they continued this unusual friendship, that she’d come around.
“Well, it’s about time that I head to my first appointment. Maybe I’ll see you sometime soon?” Lexi asked, unsure of when she’d be back into town and if he’d be there when she came.
“One would hope.” Sloan said, disappointed that their time together was over for the unforeseeable future.
Tank whined beside him, like the dog knew it would be a while till he saw Lexi again. They both looked sadly at the dog. Lexi felt the inexplicable need to cry, so before she made a fool of herself, she waved goodbye to them and turned and walked away.
Sloan wasn’t one for praying, especially after all he had seen during the war, but he prayed right then and there for God to find a way to bring them together.
~~~
Lexi left the last contractor frustrated at the world. Today’s meetings had turned out just as bad as yesterday’s. Filled with men with dollar signs in their eyes when they heard her budget, pompous assholes that felt it wasn’t enough or those that wanted to railroad her into thinking their designs were what was best for her.
Can’t I find a happy fucking medium?! I’m going to have to find someone from another city over or out of state in a minute. What’s so hard about ‘I pay you and you do the work that I ask you to do’, nothing more…nothing less? In the end if it looks shitty then tell the whole damn town that it was all my choice, end of story!
Lexi ranted in her head as she walked down the street. Her phone started ringing in her purse and she quickly stuck her hand in searching blindly for the phone. When she pulled it out she saw a number she didn’t recognize. Normally she’d let an unknown call go straight to voicemail, but she was so distracted in her anger that she answered it anyway.
“Hello?” She said briskly.
“Lexi, it’s so good to hear your voice after all this time.” The voice on the other end of the line stopped her dead in her tracks, made her blood run cold and sent a frightening chill down her spine.
“Eric.” Lexi said in a frightened whisper.
“Oh so you haven’t forgotten me?” Eric said as if it was just a normal conversation.
“How did you get this number?” Lexi asked as she looked around paranoid that he had somehow found her.
“I have my ways. Just like I’ll find my way back to you. Don’t think I won’t find you.” Eric said, his voice turning sinister.
“Stay the fuck away from me!” Lexi said finally finding her voice.
She quickly pressed the end button on her phone with trembling fingers and clumsily put the phone back in her purse. Feeling a panic attack coming on and tears welling up in her eyes, Lexi quickly rushed around the corner of one of the buildings into a dark alleyway, where the late afternoon sun didn’t touch. Escaping the bright sunlight and people who would see her meltdown, on the busy sidewalk.
Leaning against the wall, her head
Lexi took her bagel and sat next to him. She handed him his cup of juice and he gave the third bagel to Tank. They all ate in silence for a while. Sloan wanted to barrage her with questions about herself, but knew it was a bad idea. So he picked the subject she had responded to without hesitation yesterday.
“So I didn’t ask you yesterday h ow the other meetings went.” Sloan said.
“Not much better than the first. But I’m hopeful, one of the three I talk to today will be the right fit.” Lexi said thoughtfully.
“I’m sure everything will work out fine. ” Sloan reassured her.
“Yeah.”
They both sat in silence for a while longer. Both wanting to ask the other questions but not brave enough to ask them. Lexi constantly wondered what brought him to his current circumstances, but since she was unwilling to divulge her past, she felt it was rude to ask about his. And Sloan wanted to ask her more questions but figured she’d bite his head off if he did. He knew that in time if they continued this unusual friendship, that she’d come around.
“Well, it’s about time that I head to my first appointment. Maybe I’ll see you sometime soon?” Lexi asked, unsure of when she’d be back into town and if he’d be there when she came.
“One would hope.” Sloan said, disappointed that their time together was over for the unforeseeable future.
Tank whined beside him, like the dog knew it would be a while till he saw Lexi again. They both looked sadly at the dog. Lexi felt the inexplicable need to cry, so before she made a fool of herself, she waved goodbye to them and turned and walked away.
Sloan wasn’t one for praying, especially after all he had seen during the war, but he prayed right then and there for God to find a way to bring them together.
~~~
Lexi left the last contractor frustrated at the world. Today’s meetings had turned out just as bad as yesterday’s. Filled with men with dollar signs in their eyes when they heard her budget, pompous assholes that felt it wasn’t enough or those that wanted to railroad her into thinking their designs were what was best for her.
Can’t I find a happy fucking medium?! I’m going to have to find someone from another city over or out of state in a minute. What’s so hard about ‘I pay you and you do the work that I ask you to do’, nothing more…nothing less? In the end if it looks shitty then tell the whole damn town that it was all my choice, end of story!
Lexi ranted in her head as she walked down the street. Her phone started ringing in her purse and she quickly stuck her hand in searching blindly for the phone. When she pulled it out she saw a number she didn’t recognize. Normally she’d let an unknown call go straight to voicemail, but she was so distracted in her anger that she answered it anyway.
“Hello?” She said briskly.
“Lexi, it’s so good to hear your voice after all this time.” The voice on the other end of the line stopped her dead in her tracks, made her blood run cold and sent a frightening chill down her spine.
“Eric.” Lexi said in a frightened whisper.
“Oh so you haven’t forgotten me?” Eric said as if it was just a normal conversation.
“How did you get this number?” Lexi asked as she looked around paranoid that he had somehow found her.
“I have my ways. Just like I’ll find my way back to you. Don’t think I won’t find you.” Eric said, his voice turning sinister.
“Stay the fuck away from me!” Lexi said finally finding her voice.
She quickly pressed the end button on her phone with trembling fingers and clumsily put the phone back in her purse. Feeling a panic attack coming on and tears welling up in her eyes, Lexi quickly rushed around the corner of one of the buildings into a dark alleyway, where the late afternoon sun didn’t touch. Escaping the bright sunlight and people who would see her meltdown, on the busy sidewalk.
Leaning against the wall, her head
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