What Happens Under The Sun

Two days later I was out shopping and Jessica was out with Jordan again. those two were becoming quite attached to each other.

Normally, tonight I'd be going over to Tom's apartment for a little rendezvous –we seemed to be making a habit of doing it every other day- but after Friday, it just didn't feel necessary. He might miss me, but he would survive.

As I wandered silently though the store I was in –I was an incredibly slow shopper- I thought. I thought about Jessica and Jordan. I would have thought him to be –just by his appearance and status- a superficial supermodel but according to Jessica he was just like any other guy who listens to every word you said and is smoother than a baby's bottom.

I also thought about Friday night when I had woken up so intertwined with Tom. I know I wouldn't have done it on purpose because of my 'plan'. Also because what Tom and I had didn't require the intimate stuff, we had a few hours and then went home, that was it. pretending that we were in love or something was just a waste of time. Sure those feelings had been there before on the island, but they were long goneI think.

Yet still, I had woken up cuddled up in Tom like he was my long time boyfriend. Maybe part of my subconscious was desperate for those intimacies that my conscious refused to provide. Yea, that was probably it.

Just as I stepped out of the store, a few raindrops hit my face and then an all out downpour started. There was a café across the street and I had planned on going there anyway.

I squinted my eyes so that I could see without getting rain in my eyes and started to cross the road. There weren't many cars so it was easy enough to get across. But don't you know that the second before I stepped onto the curb, my foot landed into a surprisingly deep puddle. Great.

I cursed out loud and pulled my foot out of the water. When I straightened myself out and started to walk again, I almost walked into a big black SUV parked in front of the café. I just wasn't doing that well outside today.

I went inside the little coffee shop and a little bell jingled as I opened the door. It smelt like coffee and I went straight for the lineup at the counter. I'd only been outside for a matter of two minutes but I was already soaked.

Someone got in line behind me and I paid them no mind until I felt a hand on my ass.
I turned around, ready to give this guy –or girl, it had happened- a piece of my mind, but stopped when I saw a face I was all too familiar with.

A weird mix of relief and surprise washed over me when I saw it was Tom standing there. Relief that it was him and not some creepy old man and surprise that he was there in the first place.

''Stop that.'' I said, pushing his hand away. He was wearing big sunglasses and a hat.

''I didn't see you last night.'' He said. Both of our voices were low so not to be heard. If anyone in here realized who either of us was, we're be pretty screwed.

''After Friday's performance, it just didn't feel that necessary.'' I said and he smirked.

''What about tonight?'' he asked, leaning to whisper in my ear.

''What are you even doing here? Don't you have a life?'' I asked, ignoring his question.

''I was finished early at the studio and I got to leave.'' He told me.

I was finally at the front of the line and I ordered my coffee to go.

''Not going to stick around?'' Tom asked.

''Nope.'' I answered flatly.

Jessica wouldn't be home yet and I would be going back to an empty apartment, but I wasn't exactly for sticking around here long enough to have a picture snapped of me and Tom and then have it speculated if I was pregnant.

''You want me to drive you home?'' he asked as my coffee was set on the counter.

''You drive?'' I asked. It was a stupid question but I just couldn't picture Tom behind the wheel of anything.

''That one there.'' He said, pointing to the black SUV that I had damn near crashed in to.

''It's ok, I think I'll take a cab.'' I said as I paid for my coffee.

I wouldn't have minded a free ride home but if it came from Tom, I'd have to be alone with him. we would be expected to talk and there were only so many sexual innuendos one could make. After that it would just be awkward.

I grabbed my coffee and headed out of the café. Tom left the line without ordering and followed me.

It wasn't pouring anymore, just misting.

I walked towards the street with every intention of hailing a cab and getting in before Tom could say another word about driving me home. But since when do things like that ever work out?

As I stepped off of the curb, while my right foot was in the air, my left foot slipped off of the wet concrete and I went down.

Hard.