Loving Adam

Chapter 8

I can't grasp what's really happening. For the first time in my life, I find myself inside a very fancy sports car. Also for the first time in my life, I find myself inside a very fancy sports car with a guy. 

"Are you cold?" Adams asks, "The AC in this thing can be really strong"

"Why did you ask me to wait in the airport if you knew you weren't coming?" I ask him.

"Huh?"

"When we were leaving New York that morning, you asked me to go ahead and wait for you in the airport. Then I found out you've cancelled your flight at 2AM. Why did you do that?"

He sighs. "I'm so sorry, Paris. I really am. When I got your call, I panicked. I have told you we were going to fly home together. I was going to, but then I met ---"

"Why didn't you just tell me you weren't coming? Why did you have to lie to me and made me wait like a complete idiot?"

He sighs again. I've told you, I panicked. I know it's wrong. I'm sorry. This is why I went to your house today. I know you're mad at me so I was hoping I can make you less mad."

"Well you can't!" I said.

"How about we go eat something?" he says, "I'm actually really hungry now."

"What do you want, Adam? Really. What is it that you want from me?"

"Right now? I want to eat with you," he says. He removes one had from the steering wheel so he can touch my cheek. "Come on, Hart. Stop being so mad. I am here now, am I not?"

I want to shout at him. I still have a lot of things I want to shout at him. 

But when I see his face, and everything just... Dissolve.

"So," he says, "What do you want to eat?"

#

He takes me to this seafood restaurant by the peer and we're seating in one of their picnic tables at the dock, enjoying fresh calamaris and crumbed scallops. 

Adam is telling me stories about his soccer team, what (really) happens in their shower sessions, and the sort of conversations they have when they're only in their underwear.

I am entertained. I am also happy. Sitting by the water with Adam, with the wind blowing softly through my hair is exactly the picture perfect kind of moment. I wish someone would capture this from afar so I can upload it on my Instagram later. All the anger I felt toward him has disappeared and I feel so lucky to be the girl who gets to do this with him.

"Anyway," he says, "We should do this more often."

"Do what more often?"

"Eat. Talk. Laugh."

"I thought you have a girlfriend now. Why don't you eat talk and laugh with her?"

He pauses for a moment before he says, "It's different."

"Different how?" I ask

"You ask too many questions sometimes, Hart," he says, "I never asked you so many questions, why can't you do the same?"

I roll my eyes and he laughs.

"I really like eating with you, Hart," he says. 

#

Laura is looking at me with her mouth half-opened. "He said that?"

I nod. "What do you think it means?"

"I think it means you need to remember that he has a girlfriend and he's just playing with you."

"But why?" I became defensive all of a sudden, "He picked me up, took me to this really nice restaurant, and he took me home."