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I’m guided in through an entrance at the back of the building and straight into an elevator. We get off at the fifth floor, it’s unremarkable.
“Come on,” he says and pulls me toward a large round desk. I instantly spot a young woman, not too far from my age with huge brown eyes and short brown hair. “This is… umm…”
“Sophie,” she sighs with a roll of her eyes but I can see her heart has been crushed.
“Great.” Nathan pushes me into a chair and walks through a door across from us.
“How many times have you told him your name now?” I ask, noticing Sophie’s lingering look.
She purses her lips and sighs heavily, “About a million and one.”
“That sucks.”
“He will never notice me,” she whines and taps away at her computer. “You’re Gwen right? The pregnant heathen who stole Mr Weston’s son away?”
“That’s me, although I prefer the term slut if you wouldn’t mind.”
She laughs loudly and her sparkling brown eyes come to mine, “Ignore them, they were very protective of…”
“Sammy!” Nathan shouts from the doorway. I didn’t notice him come back out.
“It’s Sophie,” she bites out.
“Know your place,” he snaps and slams the door. I see her face pale and wonder what the hell that was all about.
“Coffee?” She asks and stands abruptly.
“No thank you. I’m not allowed caffeine.” I clear my throat and watch her smooth down her skirt. “What were you going to say?”
“I’ll get you a tea,” she doesn’t meet my eyes as she scarpers through the door to my left. What on earth was that all about?
She brings me my tea which tastes foul but I sip it anyway, she clicks away on her computer and answers the phone on occasion all the while chatting animatedly to me about the baby and how her sister was when she was in labour. I listen politely but otherwise lose myself in my own world.
More time passes and I become more bored by the second. A few people come and go, requesting to speak to Mr Weston, all of them are denied. There’s still no sign of Nathan. Now I’m just irritated.
I’ve been sat here for two hours and the company I’m in isn’t great. She reminds me to much of Sasha and that hurts.
Before Caleb… died… I had lots of friends but none of them have called or texted since I left. Now I’m wondering if they were ever friends at all.
“Nathan wants you to go to him,” Sophie says, breaking me from my thoughts.
I sigh and head towards the door he vanished behind two hours ago. Giving it a tap, I push it open and blink when I see him sat at the desk with his head cradled in his hands.
“What is it?” I ask and walk over to him.
He looks up at me, his eyes tired. “Keep me company.”
“W… what?”
He pulls the closest chair next to his and pats the seat. I sit, all the time wondering what’s going on. “We’re going to have to stay in a hotel tonight. There’s too much to be done and I won’t be finished until late.”
Groan.
“Is that okay?”
I shrug, “I guess it’ll have to be, but be warned. I’m never coming here with you again.”
He smirks and I’m shocked at the motion. He never smiles or smirks. It suits him. “If you like I can have somebody take you to the hotel now? I’m sure you’ll find it more comfortable.”
I’m about to say yes but then I see how drained he looks and reject his offer, “No. I’ll just hang out here with you if that’s okay?”
He turns his face to his computer, I swear I just saw him smile but I can’t be certain. He turned to quick. “As you wish.”
I lean back in my seat and snag his phone from the desk. His eyes question my actions.
“I want to play a game.”
His gloved finger taps at the screen, I watch it unlock and start downloading after realising he doesn’t even have Angry Birds and his phone is extremely cool. Who doesn’t have Angry Birds when they have an extremely cool phone?
“Do you need any help with anything?” I ask after a few minutes of failing to tear down a building with a bird.
“No, you play your game.”
“It’s lost my interest. That’s a really pretty necklace,” I point at the screen, a golden locket with a tiny red gem shines back at me. “Really pretty.”
“You think so?” He asks as I admire the spiralling pattern engraved on the flat disk, leading to the tiny red gem.
“Yes,” obviously or I wouldn’t have said it.
“Why do you like it?”
I shrug, “It’s different. I like the fact the disk isn’t prominent. It makes the gem stand out even though it’s small.”
“Huh,” he licks his lower lip and flicks through a few more images. “Would you like one?”
