Tiago by Shayne Ford

Author:Shayne Ford [Ford, Shayne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-06-04T04:00:00+00:00

11

EVE

He calls me on Sunday and invites me to dinner. I didn’t expect him to follow through, to be honest, and I didn’t think that I’d say yes.

I started to have second thoughts right after our phone conversation this past Friday. It was easier to say yes on the phone.

There was an element of surprise and novelty, but as I was thinking more about it, I realized that meeting Andy for dinner or even coffee wouldn’t make me happy.

In retrospect, the story of us taught me that trust and love don’t always mix.

But Sunday, he does his best to ease my fears and shatter my reserves. He suggests a restaurant we used to go to, giving the whole dinner idea the feel of a friendly reunion.

It’s not so far from the truth.

Aside from the fact that things ended badly between us, we’ve always been good friends.

It’s six a clock in the evening when I enter my walk-in closet and run my gaze over the racks.

It’s cold outside, and it drizzles again, the mix of rain and snow blown by the wind.

I almost pick a pair of slack and a mohair top before I change my mind and choose a blue cobalt dress that features a skintight fit, and zippers up my sleeves.

The skirt stops short above my knees, a pair of high heel boots complementing my look.

We might’ve been good friends a long time ago, and we can sure act friendly toward each other now, but the woman in me cannot forget the past, so I intend to look my best.

I put on my makeup, coat my lashes with mascara, and paint my lips with a deep dark shade of garnet before I throw a long dark coat on my shoulders and pick up my bag.

The phone begins to ring as I sling my purse on my shoulder.

It’s him. Andy. He wants to pick me up.

I find it extremely courteous, but I decline politely.

It looks too much as a date for my taste. And a date is not exactly what I had in mind.

Luckily, I find a cab as soon as I walk out of the building.

I give the driver the name of the restaurant, and tuck myself in the back seat.

The car glides away, navigating the wet streets of Manhattan while I stare blankly at the view.

Sunday is by far my least favorite day of the week, perhaps because it breaks my rhythm. Things slow down over the weekend, and then Monday sends a rush of adrenaline through me.

I usually work out at home and read on Sundays, just because the energy is mixed in the city as well, and I’d rather stay inside.

As my gaze sweeps the view, I take in the couples exiting the cabs and entering the restaurants or heading to the theaters.

My heart clenches as I register their linked hands and warm smiles. Their sparkling eyes.

Rain’s words come to me.

Years back, she said something to me that I could never forget.

Heartbroken and jaded, she despised the idea of falling in love.

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