My husband's name.
Wren.
His name has a W in it.
I haven't seen him in a week and every morning, I always wished I had followed him back to his office so I would know at least one place to find him. Maybe his car got fixed or something, he was always dressed like someone rich, you know? Maybe the subway was just something he had to take for a while.
"No luck today?" Desmond signed once I stepped into the store. I let out a sigh and placed the two cups of hot cocoa on the table. "You're still on a hot cocoa binge?"
"It's what I take when I'm sad." I signed in response.
"You could always go back to the same litle diner and hang around until you see him again."
I leaned against the table and placed my head on it, letting out a big sigh. I didn't stay like that for long though because I still had to take off my jacket and get behind the counter. We also had books to be packed up and taken to the courier service we always use.
I leave my cup of cocoa there and quickly made my way to the employee's lounge, taking off my coat and hanging it up. I resisited the urge to run my fingers through my hair before walking out of the little room.
I grabbed the large box filled with books and placed it on the counter, got behind it and looked for the tape. I take quick sips of my cocoa as I got to work, wrapping up the orders going out for delivery, Desmond would take it.
I wondered what he was doing?
Was he thinking about me?
Has he thought about me at all?
I grabbed my cup of hot cocoa, pouting when I see that it's empty. I raise my head when Desmond fist appears in my line of vision, tapping the table.
"Stop pouting." he signed.
"Leave me alone!" I responded, pushing my hands out.
"Want me to make you another Cocoa?" Desmond signed and I smiled at him. If this man wasn't straight, I would have gone on my knees and ask for his hand. He was the best. Well, beside Wren, my husband but shh, he didn't have to know.
I raised my fingers up, my thumb and index finger crossed to forma heart. Desmond throws his head back and laughs. I couldn't hear him laugh but I liked watching him. His hand on his tummy, head thrown back as he laughs. Like he was just so happy.
Red lights flash and I turne dmy gaze to the door and. . . promptly choked on air.
Walking in, looking a little lost was him. He was in a grey long coat, a matching grey turtle neck, black jeans and thick boots. His brunette hair was styled off his face and cut low on the sides. He walks down and when he finally sees me, hs step falters for a quick second and his right brow ticked up a bit.
Wren.
Wren was in my store.
Wren looked from me to Desmond. Maybe he was wondering what he should do?
"Good morning." Wren said, waving his hands as well. He also said the words slowly because his lips moved slow as well. He was really adorable.
Desmond looked from me to Wren and I just stared, eyes wide. I couldn't believe it. Was he lost? Was he stalking me? Oh goddddd. Was it. . .fate?
Thankfully, Desmond takes over. He now knows what my husband sounds like while I don't. There has only been a hanful of times when I had been jealous of Desmond hearing and this is one of the times.
