I hesitated, rubbing my arms as if a cold storm blew in. “Sure at one point I knew him like the back of my hand." Mary squints her eyes at me, a light smile on her face. “Oh, that’s a very intimate way to know a friend. What changed?” “I am now with Alston and it would not be appropriate for me
I stare at Sirius through the kitchen window, continuously rubbing my sweaty hands together. It turned out, Sirius’s idea of "something I should have done a long time ago" was dining in the main area of the restaurant. When he directed me to be his waitress my face dropped, and my palms began to s
My heart pounds as I stare at him, unsure if he’s joking or serious. I don’t dare open the box, instead I look around the restaurant at all the patrons laughing, and carefree, not realizing their death is being counted down. Ten seconds feel like an eternity. One second is all he needed to remind
My stomach winds, tightening into a fine knot, the tighter Sirius holds onto my hand. His fingers lace with mine, and I wince when he cracks one of my knuckles in his grip.“Sirius,” I whine. “You’re hurting me.”Sirius’s grip loosens slightly but his grip remains firm. Alston moves in closer to me,
“She needs to be taken care of,” Sirius bites back.I shake my head, rubbing into Alston’s bicep, lacing my fingers with his. “I don't need any of that," I say firmly, despite my voice trembling slightly. "I need someone who will walk beside me through life."Alston pulls me closer into him, his voi
The billboard changes to another angle, and Claudia is sitting on the edge of a mountain, in a bikini as if that is practical. One of her hands is pointed to the camera with a big, pulsating diamond ring on her finger as she bashfully looks away from the camera.The slogan The King and I in perfect
I spin around a large smile plastered on my face. “Alston,” I shake the bag of sandwiches, chips and sodas in his direction. “I made you lunch…well I brought you a late dinner, early dinner.”"Elise? What are you doing down here?" he asks, his hands snapping around my waist as he places a tentative
“Connections, what?” I turn to watch him continue to pack up his office.I frown, my mouth agape, about to ask more, but Alston raises a hand to stop me. “Trust me, Elise. It’s all taken care of. I tried to get us a flight out of here but they’re all booked for the next month, so I think we should…w