video. You busy tonight?”
“Yeah, I have a full schedule here at the shop. How long are you in town for?” I ask her.
“I fly back to London tomorrow afternoon. This is just a short trip to do a few stills for the video.”
“I wish I would have known you were coming to town. I could have made arrangements in my schedule,” I tell her. I miss my friend.
“Yeah, actually I…um…I met someone,” she whispers.
“Wow, who’s the lucky guy?” I’m happy for her.
“His name is Antonio. We met at a shoot about four months ago. He was the photographer. We’ve been texting and calling. We don’t see much of each other, but I really like him, Blaise.”
“I’m happy for you. So when do I get to meet him?” I ask her.
Heather laughs into the phone. I feel absolutely no jealousy or heartache over her revelation. As one of my closest friends, I want her to be happy.
“Not sure. I’m actually flying to London to spend two weeks with him. I’m nervous as hell. I’ve only seen him one other time in the last four months and we were at a shoot. It’s weird though. I feel like I already know him. Talking and texting all the time, it helped,” she tells me.
Heather is beautiful, and once you get to know her, she is one of the nicest people that you will ever meet. However, she is very standoffish to those who don’t know her. Her upbringing was rough and she’s lived some hard times. She’s worked her ass off to be where she is, and I couldn’t be more proud of her. I consider what she’s telling me. The way she’s forced, due to their distance, to communicate and get to know Antonio, may be what she needs. This might just be it for her, the one.
“Just relax and be yourself. You’re amazing, but I’m sure Antonio already knows this.”
“So what about you? Anyone new in your life?” she asks.
My mind immediately travels to the dark haired beauty from Mom’s office this morning. “Nope. Asher and Grace are pretty serious. I think he’s going to propose,” I tell her.
“Wow. Good for him.” I hear voices in the background. “Listen, Blaise, I have to go; they’re calling for me. I’ll call you in a few weeks and let you know how London goes,” she says.
“Sounds good. Be safe and have fun. Just be yourself,” I tell her.
Hitting end on my phone, I slide it back into my pocket. I push off the wall to go back into the shop. As I pull on the door, Asher comes tumbling out.
“Shit!” we say at the same time.
“Hey, how’s Heather,” he asks.
“Good, she met someone,” I tell him.
Asher studies me. “You don’t seem bothered by that,” he says matter of factly.
I shrug my shoulders. “Why would I be? We tried the dating thing; it didn’t work for us. She’s a great girl and I want her to be happy,” I tell him.
Asher seems to accept my answer and drops it. “Hey, Ember left to grab a pizza. You got a minute?” he asks.
“Sure.” I don’t hesitate.
Asher tilts his head and motions toward the door. I follow him back into the shop and down the hall, back to our office. He walks over to the safe we have hidden in the wall for the deposits. I watch as he enters the combination and opens the door. He reaches inside and pulls out a small, black, velvet box. My mouth drops open.
Holy shit!
Asher hands me the box. “Open it,” he says. I don’t need to look at him to know he’s smiling. I can hear it in his voice.
I open the velvet box and inside is an engagement ring. I don’t know much about engagement rings, nothing really. But this one is big and there are a lot of diamonds that encase a larger one in the center.
“Congratulations, man,” I say as I reach out and hug him. Handing the ring back to him I ask. “So when are you gonna ask her?”
“I have to talk to her dad first. After that, as soon as possible.”
“Shit!” I do not need this today. I steer my car to the shoulder of the road, barely making it before I lose all power.
“Yeah, I have a full schedule here at the shop. How long are you in town for?” I ask her.
“I fly back to London tomorrow afternoon. This is just a short trip to do a few stills for the video.”
“I wish I would have known you were coming to town. I could have made arrangements in my schedule,” I tell her. I miss my friend.
“Yeah, actually I…um…I met someone,” she whispers.
“Wow, who’s the lucky guy?” I’m happy for her.
“His name is Antonio. We met at a shoot about four months ago. He was the photographer. We’ve been texting and calling. We don’t see much of each other, but I really like him, Blaise.”
“I’m happy for you. So when do I get to meet him?” I ask her.
Heather laughs into the phone. I feel absolutely no jealousy or heartache over her revelation. As one of my closest friends, I want her to be happy.
“Not sure. I’m actually flying to London to spend two weeks with him. I’m nervous as hell. I’ve only seen him one other time in the last four months and we were at a shoot. It’s weird though. I feel like I already know him. Talking and texting all the time, it helped,” she tells me.
Heather is beautiful, and once you get to know her, she is one of the nicest people that you will ever meet. However, she is very standoffish to those who don’t know her. Her upbringing was rough and she’s lived some hard times. She’s worked her ass off to be where she is, and I couldn’t be more proud of her. I consider what she’s telling me. The way she’s forced, due to their distance, to communicate and get to know Antonio, may be what she needs. This might just be it for her, the one.
“Just relax and be yourself. You’re amazing, but I’m sure Antonio already knows this.”
“So what about you? Anyone new in your life?” she asks.
My mind immediately travels to the dark haired beauty from Mom’s office this morning. “Nope. Asher and Grace are pretty serious. I think he’s going to propose,” I tell her.
“Wow. Good for him.” I hear voices in the background. “Listen, Blaise, I have to go; they’re calling for me. I’ll call you in a few weeks and let you know how London goes,” she says.
“Sounds good. Be safe and have fun. Just be yourself,” I tell her.
Hitting end on my phone, I slide it back into my pocket. I push off the wall to go back into the shop. As I pull on the door, Asher comes tumbling out.
“Shit!” we say at the same time.
“Hey, how’s Heather,” he asks.
“Good, she met someone,” I tell him.
Asher studies me. “You don’t seem bothered by that,” he says matter of factly.
I shrug my shoulders. “Why would I be? We tried the dating thing; it didn’t work for us. She’s a great girl and I want her to be happy,” I tell him.
Asher seems to accept my answer and drops it. “Hey, Ember left to grab a pizza. You got a minute?” he asks.
“Sure.” I don’t hesitate.
Asher tilts his head and motions toward the door. I follow him back into the shop and down the hall, back to our office. He walks over to the safe we have hidden in the wall for the deposits. I watch as he enters the combination and opens the door. He reaches inside and pulls out a small, black, velvet box. My mouth drops open.
Holy shit!
Asher hands me the box. “Open it,” he says. I don’t need to look at him to know he’s smiling. I can hear it in his voice.
I open the velvet box and inside is an engagement ring. I don’t know much about engagement rings, nothing really. But this one is big and there are a lot of diamonds that encase a larger one in the center.
“Congratulations, man,” I say as I reach out and hug him. Handing the ring back to him I ask. “So when are you gonna ask her?”
“I have to talk to her dad first. After that, as soon as possible.”
“Shit!” I do not need this today. I steer my car to the shoulder of the road, barely making it before I lose all power.
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