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And from the looks of it, she could make six.
Because he’s all ready to leave.
He’s wearing a light blue buttondown shirt, that’s the first indication. Because it’s a nice shirt and he only wears buttondowns on very rarest of occasions. I’ve mostly seen him in t-shirts. Second, his overlong hair’s wet at the ends, brushing against the collar, meaning he’s just showered, probably because he usually comes back from practice around five.
Not to mention, he’s clean-shaven.
Which somehow hurts me the most. Because he’s never clean-shaven for absolutely anything at all.
He always sports stubble anywhere from heavy to light.
But he isn’t sporting it now.
Probably because he wants to be all put together and polished for Tara.
And if I missed any and all of these signs that he’s ready to go on that second date, I couldn’t possibly miss that he’s got the keys in his long-fingered hand. Meaning, he’s just out the door.
But since I’m here, lingering in his kitchen, he stopped mid-stride.
“Doing the dishes,” I say lamely.
Well, Iwasdoing his dishes.
When I let myself into his house — I have my own keys — I saw that his sink had a couple of dirty dishes. A juice glass, a small dish, a butter knife and a spoon. He probably had a snack after he came back, which is what he usually does. Grabs something to eat quickly. On the occasions when he’s come earlier than his usual time, I’ve also seen him wash those dishes — by hand even though he has a dishwasher — right away.
But maybe tonight he didn’t have the time because he had to be somewhere.
Hasto be somewhere.
Perhaps that’s why he looks so… pissed.
I’ve never really seen him pissed, but his tightly clenched features make me think that he’s not happy. And so does his voice that clips, “Why?”
“Because they were dirty.”
I realize that this answer is even lamer than my first one.
For an intelligent girl and a straight-A student, I’m not acting very smart right now. But my brain has stopped working and I can’t remember why I thought showing up at his house like this was a great idea.
I mean, it is my day off and I should be nowhere near his house. But I kept thinking and thinking about his date and that it was a second date and what it all meant. Plus the ache in my chest wouldn’t go away and I…
I just had to come over andsee.
With my own eyes.
If he wasreallygoing or not.
And well, he is, isn’t he, and I don’t know what to do now.
He turns toward me fully. “Did I forget that you’re my maid?”
“No.”
“Did you?”
“No, I —”
“So again, what the fuck are you doing here?”
