Hit Me, Again. [Evan Peters]

Chapter 3

Mornings were always difficult. I dragged myself out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. The digital clock on the oven said it was noon. Brewing a fresh cup of tea, I made myself a breakfast of toast and went to grab my phone. I picked it up from the floor at the bottom of my bed. One missed call from my mom. Ignore. Back in the kitchen, I placed the single piece of toast on a napkin and sat at my small table with the cup of tea. Just as I picked up the bread, someone began knocking on my door.

“Evan! How did you know I lived here?” There he stood with an innocent look on his face.

“I just asked the man downstairs. It’s not very difficult.” He flashed me his same toothy grin.

“Why are you here?”

“Well last night, when we discussed our date, or get together, you said ‘tomorrow’. Being that it was three in the morning, I wasn’t sure if you were implying the today, or the literal following day?”

“I’m not really sure what I was implying at all. But if you still insist on this ‘get together’, then I think it should be this afternoon.”

“It’s a date then,” He looked into my eyes, yet it felt like he was looking straight into my soul. “May I come in?” he asked, “It’s raining outside.”

Surprisingly enough, when I looked back at my window it was raining. It hadn’t been when he arrived. The rain was coming down pretty hard.

“Sure, come in. “

Inviting him into my home felt strange. I never really had anybody over. There were my few good friends, but we preferred to be out on the town instead of being cooped up like chickens.

“I like your place. It’s very artsy. It has that crappy vintage vibe.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Yeah, well my house isn’t the expensive made-to-look vintage. It’s literally crappy furniture I got at different places. I’m pretty sure somebody was murdered on my couch at some point in time.”

Evan walked over and sat on the couch. “At least they died comfortably!”

“Indeed.”

I grabbed my piece of toast from my kitchen table and sat next to him on the couch.

“Would you like some tea?”

“That would be great.”

Placing the toast on the side, I walked to the stove and poured a cup of tea.

“Here you go. Where did you find that?”

Evan sat looking through my poetry journal.

“I found it sitting next to the couch! I didn’t know I couldn’t read it. Sorry.”

“No. It’s fine. I didn’t mean to upset you. I never got to thank you for bringing me home last night. I don’t normally let myself go that badly. Just came out of a bad relationship.”

“What happened?”

I thought of going over to his house that day, David’s. How I walked up to his door and heard her giggling on the other side. The things he was telling her. How my heart broke in an instant. How our wedding was canceled.

“He was seeing other women at the time. We were originally engaged, but that was canceled. Obviously. I’m not really upset about it anymore. David wasn’t the greatest guy anyways. He just knew how to make a girl feel loved. He knew all the tricks.”

Evan placed his hand on mine. “I’m sorry. But you know, I have a few tricks of my own.” I loved his attempt to brighten up the situation.

“Really?”

“Oh yes. As you witnessed last night, I make a great first impression. That’s how I pick up all the girls.”

“Drive them home from bars.”

“Help them when they feel weak. I literally help pick them up.”

“Oh…”

 We sat in silence together.

“I don’t actually pick up a lot of girls. You’re pretty special.”

“Thank you. You’re pretty kind. That’s rare to find.”

See. He complimented me. I complimented him back. I could do this.

“Real beauty is rare to find.”

Seriously? Now I had to think of something else.

“You have….nice…legs.” He looked down at his legs and then looked thankfully back into my eyes.

“Nobody has ever told me that before. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I guess now that the rain has stopped, I should probably get going.”

He broke eye contact will me and I thought I might drop. Sure enough the rain had stopped. Evan grabbed his keys and walked toward the door, turning around before he closed it.

“You still on for this afternoon.”

“See you at five thirty-six.”

Evan smiled and closed the door behind him.

Do you believe in love at  first somewhere within the first twenty four hours of meeting someone? I might.

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