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“I love me some meat,” my best friend says, grinning. “We’ll bring some wine.” She pauses. “And something non-alcoholic for you.”
“Don’t worry about me,” Sylar says. “And we already picked up some wine for the two of you. So you both just need to show up.”
“Sounds good.”
I hand Sylar the coffee and he hands me the money, which I don’t take, so he leaves it on the counter.
“I’ll see you tonight then?” he asks, leaning over the counter to give me another kiss.
“Yeah,” I say, smiling. “You will.”
It’s in this moment that I know I’m falling in love with him.
I realise how naïve I’ve been, thinking I’m strong enough to resist such a visceral reaction to this man. In my defence, I have never met a man like Sylar, so I didn’t believe this type of attraction actually existed. Until now.
He makes me feel. Everything. With him, I feel anger, pain, happiness, freedom, lust. But most of all, I feel love. I feel safe. And, for the first time in my life, I feel truly alive.
We say bye and he leaves, getting into his truck and driving away. I can’t wait to see him tonight.
“He’s got it bad,” Christina murmurs, shaking her head. “You must have a magic snatch.”
I slap at her arm playfully. “Don’t be so vulgar at work.”
“Fine, I’ll wait until we go home,” she grumbles, making herself a coffee. “Want one?”
I shake my head. “We can’t show up to theirs empty-handed. It’s kind of rude, don’t you think?”
“What else can we bring though? A bottle of tequila?”
“They have wine. Do you really need tequila?” I ask, laughing at her. “Drunk bitch.”
“It could be fun,” she says, shrugging. “We could play a drinking game.”
“A shot every time you say something inappropriate? I’ll be drunk within the first hour,” I say, leaning against the counter. I look at my watch. “Charlie should be here soon. I feel like we need to hang out with him more. Should we do a movie and dinner, just the three of us, this week?”
“Yeah, that sounds good,” she says, nodding.
Charlie arrives, and the three of us get through the rest of the day, then close up and head home. I want to take my time getting ready, to try and look nice for tonight. I pick a red wraparound dress that is perfect for a dinner, not too dressy, but still nice and clings to my body.
Sylar is going to love it.
When I ring his phone to tell him that we’re about to come over, though, he doesn’t pick up.
“Can you try Spencer?” I ask Christina, who immediately grabs her phone and tries to call him.
“He’s not picking up either,” she says, sounding annoyed. We wait a little while and try again, but no one answers, so we get in my car and drive there.
“I love this song,” Christina says, turning the volume up. It’s “New Bae” by Vic Mensa. She sings along with the high parts, making me wish I’d brought some earplugs. Luckily the men only live down the road. When I pull into their driveway and don’t see Sylar’s truck, however, I begin to wonder if they went out to pick up something last minute. One of them would have stayed home knowing that we’d be coming over though, right? Spencer’s car isn’t visible, but sometimes he parks it inside the garage.
“Spencer might be here,” Christina says, reading my thoughts. We both open our doors and walk to their front door. I knock a few times, but nothing. What the hell is going on?
“What should we do?” I ask her, wrapping my arms around myself.
“I’ll try calling again,” she says, taking her phone out of her jeans pocket. “Otherwise, let’s just go home and wait. I don’t know where the hell they are.”
They don’t answer, so we head back home and wait.
Nothing.
