Part VI
�I�ll see you Sunday.� He said.
�Sunday?� I asked him.
�The beach. Remember?� He answered.
�Oh yea.� I said. �Do you know my number?� I asked him.
�I do.� He said as he rested his hand on the doorknob. �Do you have mine?� He asked.
�Mum uh. I have it written down.� I told him. He nodded his head and I watched him as he walked out the door.
�Dive carefully. I don�t like it when you drive so fast.� I told him as he was about to close the door.
�I promise.� He said. �I love you.� He said a he stood in the doorway looking at me.
�I'll miss you.� I told him. The look in his eyes told me that, that was not what he wanted to hear. But he did not challenge it. He smiled sadly and closed the door. I listened as I heard his steps as they went across the porch, down the three steps to the walkway. As they crunched on the gravel that was the path that led to the garage. The garage door as it was pulled up. The door of his car as it was slammed shut. The prowl that it made as it was started, and as it backed its way out to stop. I heard him as he pulled the garage door back down. There was a long pause before I heard the car door close again. He must have stooped to look at the house. I heard his car as it backed out of my drive way and onto the street, and as it speed away.
Chapter 2
I was standing in the kitchen when I heard someone at the door. I placed the wooden spoon to the plate and turned down the stove. I waked through the living room with the t.v drumming out VH1. I had just gotten back from the store, so I was fully dressed, but I had kicked off my shoes. Which was unusual, because I would normally take off all my clothes and walk around the house in something that would raise the question, why get dressed? I opened the door to see him standing there. I smiled up at him then looked behind of him. No car.
�Come in.� I said.
�Thanks.� He replied. He then stepped in and I closed the door. Then locked it. I turned around to see his hands reaching for me. I held his neck as we kissed hello. Once, then twice.
�So what�s cooking?� He asked as me as we parted. He turned his head towards the kitchen, and was starting to leave me to find out for himself. I just watched him as he made his way through the living room with the sounds of �savage garden� playing around us. I followed him into the kitchen and watched him as he looked into the pot. He even picked up the spoon and was stirring.
�Can I have a taste?� He asked as he started to raise the wooden spoon to his lips. His head was bent over and the spoon was inches from his face. It was raising steam that flushed skin of his.
�Sure.� I told him. He then turned from me to the spoon and tasted.
�Do you like?� I asked him.
�Yes. Is it finished.� He asked.
�Yea. Turn off the stove for me, please.� I told him. He turned it off, then started to hunt through my cupboards.
�What are you looking for?� I asked him. He turned around in mid searched and looked at me.
�For some bowls. I assume that we are going to eat it now.� He said. He then went back to looking for my bowls.
�We?� I asked him.
�Here we go.� He said as he turned around with two blue rimed bowls in his hands. He rinsed them and placed them on the counter. �Yes, we. As in you and me.� He then looked at me. I was leaning against the other counter with my legs and arms crossed, looking at him. �What�s wrong?� He asked me. �Are you expecting someone else and this is for the two of you?� He asked. I knew that under his cool exterior, he was positively twitching with dismay and jealously at the possibility of the answer being yes.
�No.� I told him. �You just came into my kitchen, dived into my pot, looked for bowls to share it out, with out asking. You don�t even know what it is, or if it might have in something that you are allergic to.� I told him.
�I'm sorry love.� He said as he made his way over to me. He took my hands into his and looked into my eyes. �What did you cook, and am I invited to eat some with you?� He asked me. I smiled up at him.
�Of course you are.� I told him. �And it�s just onion soup.� I informed him. As he started to walk back over to the bowls I asked him.
�Are you allergic to anything?� He turned around and brought the bowls with him, then he then gave me them to hold.
�No, I'm not.� He said. He then bent and kissed me. �Are you?� He asked me.
�Not as far as I know.� I told him as he scooped out the soup into the bowls. When he was done I walked over and placed them on the window, that was the unofficial eating area.
"Do you have any bread to go with it?� He asked me, just before he sat down on the stool next to me.
�Yea.� I said and got up. I got an oven mit and opened the oven. I then pulled out the baking sheet. �Some garlic toast.� I told him as I sipped them onto a plate. I place the sheet back into the oven and brought the plate of toast over to him.
�Thanks, they look good.� He said as he took one and dipped it into his soup. �Um, they are good.� He said, or tried to say as he chewed what was in his mouth.
�Thanks.� I told him, as I went into the living room. I came back carrying the remote. I flipped it to CNN and laid it down. We then sat there eating our meal and watching World News.
�How did you know that I was home?� I asked him. It was only 4:30 in the afternoon.
�I saw you as you were entering the super market half and hour ago. So I figured that you were home early.� He said between bites of toast and spoons of soup.
�So you closed down shop to come and eat an early dinner with me?� I asked him.
�Actually, I left Kevin, and Kim to run the shop. I told them to close up in half and hour.� He said.
