Secrets |

Chapter ten | One, two, three.

Julia had practically begged Rob to serve table 13 - the doomed table with the doomed hooded male and his slightly less doomed friend, or whoever Layton was to him. She had taken care of all the tables on the opposite side of the café, making sure to keep her distance from him. However, when she peered over to their table she found that it was only Layton there - looking tired as he had his head on the table and massaged his temples, letting out loud, distressed sighs every so often aswell. Hoodie was nowhere to be seen and Julia pondered for a minute if it was her fault he had fled from the café.

No. What did i ever do to him anyway, there should be no reason why him leaving was my fault. He has his own life, he can leave and go to places as he pleases.

Plus it's a good thing he left.

Julia had initially made some horrid assumptions about Hoodie but she had discarded them quickly; thinking that it would be rude to judge a person by their cover - or lack of in his case. But now it was just plain odd, Julia would have understood if he maybe had a bad nose job and was trying to hide it from the public, but it didn't look as if he cared much about his appearance anyway. His hands were bruised and his clothes were ripped and stained with mud, his boots also supported several holes and looked like they had seen better days.

Why was she thinking so much about him anyway? All of yesterday and last night her mind wouldn't stop thinking about him, hell she had even gone as far as writing about him!

This strange... fascination, Julia had with him was fatal. Even she knew that if she tried to get involved with him or tried to get the answers to all the questions that surrounded him, it most likely wouldn't end well, and even though Julia had hoped all her assumptions were wrong - what if they were right? What would she do, moreover what would he do?

Shaking her head lightly Julia walked around the counter and to the office behind the kitchen area. As she walked in she noticed Rob trying to sort through various files at once.

"Need any help?" startled by her presence Rob turned frantically and held a hand to his chest.

"No I'm good, but you scared me for a second there kid - didn't even hear you come in." Rob mused quietly to himself as Julia made her way over to him, she held the hand that rested on his chest and moved it from right to left.

"Heart's on the other side I believe Robby" Julia smiled cheekily as she walked around the desk and began picking up the files of the floor.

"Oh so you're all smart know? I'm wounded, is this how you should be treating your old man?2

"You're not old rob." At this Rob's grin widened even more as he let out a hearty laugh -

"Not old? I can barely stand for longer than a few minutes and I'm sure I've turned even deafer these past few days and also Julia sweety, I'm almost 56; if that's not old what is?"

Julia shook her head, frowning she said "That's not getting old - it's called ageing and the difference between the two is that ageing - is unescapable. It has to happen at some point, however getting old is more of a choice. What I mean is that you could very well be seventy but it matters whether or not your state of mind has aged and grown old. Also if I'm honest your state of mind hasn't aged the slightest, therefore you are not old."

Rob glared in mock anger but he couldn't hold it for long as he too found himself smiling with and at what Julia had just said.

"It's either you, or Dwayne constantly being smartasses with me. It's not fair, why can't I ever win with you guys?" At this point Julia burst out laughing at the way rob sounded so much like a child and at the way he once again had his hand on the wrong side of his chest.