Rumours by Claire Ayres

Author:Claire Ayres [Ayres, Claire]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-02T23:00:00+00:00

Later the same evening the whole orchestra has hit the bar for some well needed R&R. I’m at the bar with Quinn drinking neat whiskey and It’s not clear which of us is drunker.

“Here have another one Quinney” I pour her another drink and she pulls a face.

“I’m going to be so ill tomorrow and it’s all your fault.” She says poking me in the chest. I laugh and grab her hand, making her eyes widen in shock.

“I’ll willingly take the blame, now drink up, it’s good whiskey your wasting!” She picks up her glass and downs the liquid in one. Looking at me triumphantly.

“Damn girl! Come with me.” I take her hand and our coats and lead her outside.

“Where are we going?” she slurs.

“Somewhere good.” I say, leading her to a small food stand which makes crepes, “what do you want?” Her eyes light up and she tells me her filling, I put in the order and five minutes later we are sitting on a bench eating gooey hot crepes.

“Thanks for this.” She says.

“You’re welcome. I’ve had fun hanging out with you.”

“I’ve had fun hanging out with you too. I need more friends.” She takes another bite of her crepe.

“Have you been stuck in the good old musician trap of forgetting there is a world outside of your career?” I enquire between mouthfuls of crepe.

“Kind of, not helped by being shy.” She blushes.

“You do fine with people.” I say to her, “have some more confidence in yourself you can be one of the most popular people in the orchestra easily.”

“Well, it’s nice of you to say, having a few friends is my main goal.” She laughs and tosses her wrapper into the bin.

“What do you want to do now?” I say she looks at me and shrugs.

“We can go back to mine and have some food? You know, real food not a crepe!” I laugh, and she nods and says OK.

We walk back to my place picking up some Chinese on the way. Once we get back I plate it up and we sit on the couch with the fireplace throwing out plenty of heat on this chilly December evening. As we chat and eat.

“Were you serious earlier then, about leaving things with Blair?” she asks

“I don’t think I have a choice,” I respond, feeling the familiar pull of sadness in my chest again. “Blair has made it crystal clear she isn’t interested. I’ve done everything I can think of to win her over. I wish I knew why.” I shrug my shoulders. Resigned to the direction this has gone.

“For what it’s worth, I think she’s an idiot, Mark,” Quinn says, quietly, almost a whisper. “You’re such a kind and caring person. Take me for example. You didn’t have to befriend me, introduce me to your friends, invite me to lunch or spend time with me this evening, just to make sure I wasn’t on my own, except you did. You could have been with your mates probably having a better time, instead you kept me company.

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