Some time around 8 o�clock the doorbell rang. Pua motioned to get up but Bobbi beat her to the punch.
�You sit your ass back down,� she threatened jokingly. She opened the door and the smile she had for Pua widened a foot.
�Hey,� she said. Apolo seemed a little downtrodden.
�Hey,� he said. �Pua is here� right?� Bobbi noticed that he had one hand behind his back.
�Yeah, yeah she�s here. I�ll go get her, just wait here for a sec ok?�
�Ok.� His hand shifted again, and a bit of red made itself known behind his back.
Bobbi walked back into the living room where Pua was.
�Pua?� she paused �Pua, Apolo�s here, he wants to see you.�
�What? Oh shit! I need shirt!� she halted briefly. �Let him in, and I�ll go put one on.�
Pua left and less than a minute later came out sporting a green T&C t-shirt. Apolo was standing in front of the
couch talking to Bobbi about their excursions earlier in the day. He noticed her as soon as she walked into the room.
Acting shy and insure of himself, Apolo closed the distance between them. Bobbi�s eyes widened as she saw what he had behind his back. He stood before Pua for just a moment before pulling out a dozen red roses and an apology to go with it.
�I felt really bad because of what happened today. You were really brave while I dumped that alcohol on your
back.�
Pua smiled. �Thank you!� she cried.
Apolo stayed there at the house for about an hour chatting and laughing with the two of them and then suddenly got up.
�I�m so sorry,� he said as he took Pua�s hand in his, �but I have to go now.� Bobbi smiled behind his back at this simple gesture of affection. It was obvious that something was happening here. The only thing was, did either of them realize it? They had better Bobbi thought cause I�m not really that great at matchmaking.
Both the girls walked Apolo to the door as he bid them his farewells. He hugged Bobbie, kissed Pua on the hand, then left.
�Ohmigod!� Pua cried as she leaned up against the door, careful not to press her back against it.
�Uh huh. And he gave you flowers,� Bobbie pointed out.
Pua looked up. �He gave me the flowers cause he felt bad about what happened to me today.� She walked into the kitchen to put the topic of conversation in some water.
�Are you sure?� Bobbie said as she leaned up against the doorway to the kitchen.
�Yes why?� Pua turned around. �Oh, please, don�t tell me you think that he likes me.� She waited. Bobbi didn�t
answer. She tried again �You do think that don�t you?�
�Yes I do.�
�Well he doesn�t,� Pua snapped.
Bobbi rolled her eyes. She sighed. �Are you that blind?!�
�Look,� Pua waited. It was an awkward moment for the both of them. �He is one of the best speed-skaters in the world. He has women literally throwing themselves at him�beautiful women. Why would he choose me over them? I�m not even pretty!�
�So?� Bobbi said. �Looks don�t always matter, and you are pretty. For Gods sakes, Pua, open your eyes and look at yourself!�
Pua shook her head. �No. I�m not. I know I�m not, so don�t even try to convince me that I am. And don�t try to tell me that he has a 'thing' for me. I can�t be convinced.� She stomped out of the kitchen, and into the loving room. Dropping into the couch with a sigh she acted as if she was watching a movie on TV. It was one of those old Spaghetti westerns that were made in Italy. The plot line was overworked but she didn�t care, she wasn�t really watching it anyway.
Bobbi came over and sat down next to her. She felt badly for her friend. Every guy Pua ever loved ended up rejecting her. She had always had bad luck at dating. Even when Pua would meet a guy, she would make her self believe that she couldn�t get him and end up rejecting him and herself in the process