Seeing Red

Clown

The race weekend quite literally zoomed by, he wasn't on the podium but missed it narrowly. Was he going to be harsh on himself again? That's something only he could answer.

It was a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the weather had lately been good and not as awful as Harriet had described it got around this time.

He was back in Monaco, probably coping with a jetlag. I told him that he could come over later too but he insisted that a promise was a promise.

I continued my day like a happy fool, cleaning, walking to the supermarket with a spring in my and just being extremely chirpy.

This evening had to go perfectly, Harriet was finally going to meet him and hopefully she wouldn't bite his head off.

Speak of the devil and she arrives, well not literally. She was calling me up.

"What are you up to?"

"On my way back from the supermarket, they had really good stuff in the fresh produce-"

"Enough jabber, ask that boyfriend of yours by what time can we expect him. I have to plan my clocking out accordingly."

"And you called him a jerk." I sighed.

"Let me know soon, I have to go now bye!" She ended the call.

There was absolutely nothing I could do that was going to get her to even mildly like him, forget about dinner being perfect. I'd be glad if she doesn't send him home crying.

I got home and unpacked the groceries and sent him a text to see if he was awake and functioning. After a while he replied that he was very much awake and would come over at around 7. I informed Harriet and decided to get some meal prep done.

With meal prep down, I finally decided to get ready. Sure, it was just a casual dinner at home, but I wanted to look stunning. For myself, and a reminder to him that this was a game two could play.

Harriet arrived, surprisingly with a smile on her face! She told me that she had finally gotten to work on her favourite course of the meal-Desserts. The dessert she managed to plan out today impressed everyone and Julia couldn't be more proud of her.

We started cooking the meal, quickly realised the kitchen was too small for two humans to function in and so I was thrown out. It was getting closer to 7 so I asked her to go freshen up, stirring the pot for a while was not something I couldn't handle.

"It's unfair!" I cried looking at her.

"What?" She looked at me in confusion.

"You look good in everything you put on, I swear to God if you're trying to steal my boyfriend I will hit you like I did back when you were 14."

"Don't bring up those memories, besides I don't want your jerk of a boyfriend." She laughed.

"Give him a chance for crying out loud!"

"I'll try, no promises though." She smiled.

The doorbell rang, he was finally here. So did the butterflies his presence brought, I could feel little tingles and seeing him smile as I opened the door certainly didn't help.

"Hey." He smiled.

"Hi, come on in." I managed to say.

"I got you flowers!" He handed me a beautiful bouquet as he walked in. "Oh, and you look good." He flashed a grin as he walked in.

"Charles, this is my sister Harriet." I introduced him to her.

"We've met." Harriet gave her most insincere smile.