Their eyes meet across the yard. There's a spark, a thought, a wish ... a hope.
Nestled away in the Australian countryside, two teachers find each other, but how long before either of them act on their feelings? That's where the friends step in ...
It was Monday morning, 5 AM on the dot and Kylie's eyes snapped open, her heart was racing and she felt ... bothered. It was dark outside but in her bedroom, the bright LED blue light connected to her phone charger lit the room with a soft, ambient glow. She pushed herself up in bed, resting her hand on her chest. Holy cow, it had felt so real ...
She closed her eyes to control her breathing and it came back to her, what woke her up: a dream – a very vivid dream. She cautiously looked to her left and patted the mattress, just to make sure that it was a dream.
Oh my god ... that was ... Kylie slumped against the fabric headboard and exhaled loudly. Then she drew her knees up to her chest and buried her face in her hands.
"Get a grip of yourself, woman!" She muttered to herself. Ten more minutes of calming herself down and Kylie got into the shower. As the hot water splattered over her, she caught flashes of her dream again. She froze just as she ran her fingers through her wet hair, seeing his face hovering over hers and bit her lip.
No, focus, you've got a big day today. She shook her head and forced him from her mind, long enough to get dressed and check her phone, to see a text alert from Jack.
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They had a routine of carpooling whenever possible, as it was just good sense to. They usually alternated week to week and it was Jack's turn to drive them to work and back this week. They would normally leave Wangarra around half past six, to give themselves plenty of time to set up their lessons of a morning, plus Kylie took every opportunity available to her to keep her work at work.
At a quarter to seven, Kylie was putting last night's dishes away when she heard Jack's ute rumble to a stop outside her flat.
She pulled down the kitchen blind, swept down the benchtop with one fluid motion of the tea towel, grabbed her handbag and the large plastic yellow tote tray and ambled out of the door, her keys clamped between her teeth and she pulled the locked door closed.
She loaded her bag and tote tray into Jack's backseat, throwing her car keys into the tote tray along with her lanyard with the school keys. She wasn't normally one for wearing dresses, but today she was having a meeting with executives and decided to make something of an effort. She wore a soft blue knee length dress, with ruffled sleeves that covered her shoulders, that showed off an acceptably professional amount of skin, with a pair of white flats. She had used a mid–strength hairspray on her loose curls and applied a nude gloss that gave the appearance that she wasn't actually wearing anything but was naturally full lipped. Twisting in her seat to pull her seatbelt across her fit physique, she distinctly heard Jack gasp softly.
"Sorry, did you say something?" Kylie asked, turning at last to look at him. He had a McDonald's bag in his hand and gaping. He closed his mouth and quickly shook his head and extended the bag to her.
