Ghost from the past (18+)

#Thirty-one: In which he regrets his choices.

'Sorry Ma'am, the first opening is in five weeks. Yes, I know we've only just opened up.'

I tell the woman on the phone as I scan through the appointments, tapping my pen on the paper waiting for a response. She should be glad it's a small one, otherwise, it would've been even longer. I huff.

'Thursday afternoon will be fine. Are you available at two?'

The woman agrees and I quickly scribble down her name and information before hanging up the phone. I shake my head, still not believing how quickly the shop has taken off. People seemed to love our work and word spread like wildfire. Appointments kept coming in at an unbelievable paste, to the point that our schedules are packed for the next two months.

I grab my sandwich from my plate as I continue to scribble down on my sketch pad, glancing over to the tv screen in between my drawing. It's been three weeks since the concert. Three fucking weeks, and still the world was going nuts about it! There hadn't a day gone by where reporters didn't talk about Lexi on the news. She'd barely been home and from what I gathered from Rebekah is that she'd been flown all over the place, attending interviews on almost every radio or television show. Her face adorning almost every cover of every magazine. It was truly insane. At this point, I think none of us know anymore if it's a good or bad kind of sanity. In all the madness we didn't get the time to talk properly, but I honestly didn't blame her. There wasn't a doubt in my mind, that by now she was done with all the attention and she'd rather be at home. Even if that meant us having to have our talk.

'It feels like it's never going to stop...'

Bheks mutters, her eyes also on the screen as Lexi walks out on stage at a well-known talk show. I huff a laugh, taking another big bite of my sandwich as I mutter with my mouth full.

'Tell me about it.'

'How she manages to function with all this madness is beyond me!'

Rebekah sighs, both in horror and awe. I swallow my bite and wash it down with some coffee as I murmur.

'It's not like she has a choice. Besides, I'm pretty sure that if she tries to escape, her manager will hunt her down. That woman is goddamn terrifying.'

Rebekah chuckles amused as she refills her mug, stirring some milk and sugar through her coffee.

'I can't deny that. Though she is amazing at her job, she certainly has an outstanding personality...'

'That's an understatement.'

I snort. We both continue to watch the show for a few minutes, listening as Lexi gives the same answers to the questions every host and interviewer asked before him. She told everyone the same thing, not willing to dive in any further. Pleading with them to accept her privacy as they wouldn't like it either if everyone went prying into their personal relationships. I had to commend her for not giving in and sticking to her guns, others would've given in by now. There wasn't a soul who didn't at least try and make her talk.

'She texted she'd come home tonight.'

Rebekah grins, glancing my way. I drag my eyes off my sketch as I mumble a little skeptically.

'Is that so?'

It's not that I don't want her to come home, anything but. It's just that every time she was supposed to come, her manager would drag her in another direction. Rebekah waves me off as she walks back to her station and says.