A Day Before Tommorow

Chapter 5 June

"June? What are you doing here?" Day-Daniel- asks me. I bounce on the balls of my heels nervously. I don't know myself honestly.

I just want to see you, hear your voice, tell you everything, I imagine myself saying to him.

Daniel looks at me expectantly, as if he's waiting for me to say something.

Oh wait, right.

"I just wanted to know if you've seen Pascao lately." I stop bouncing, realizing how childish it must look.

"Pascao..."

Goddy, June, he doesn't remember anything from the last year you guys were together.

"An old friend." I say, smiling a smile I hope doesn't look as fake as it feels.

If Daniel suspects anything he doesn't show it. He just smiles back and invites me in. "Coffee?" He asks.

"Please. I'm exhausted."

He looks good, even while simply preparing a beverage. I sit at the island in the kitchen on a stool. Daniel has his back to me, putting coffee grounds in the coffee maker. I can see his back muscles through his shirt, and I can't help but wonder what kept him in shape over the years. Certainly not criminal activity.

"I'm sorry to hear about you and the Elector." He says, handing me a warm mug. I wrap my hands around it, trying to warm myself up.

"Do you have any cream?"

He opens the fridge and hands me half and half. I pour it in and watch as the milk swirl around into the bitter brown beverage. "It was for the best." I shrug.

"If you don't mind my asking, what caused it?"

All I could think about was a beautiful blonde boy that was my first love.

"I'm not quite sure actually." I frown at the cup and then take a sip. Delicious.

He nods respectfully. I can tell he suspects that my rekindling his friendship with Pascao isn't the only reason I'm here.

"How are you handling it?"

The question startles me. I look into his eyes to see if he is genuinely concerned or just making conversation. They tell me nothing. I shrug.

"He shouldn't have done it like that." He growls. His sudden outburst of anger startles me.

"No kidding."

"What kind of goddy trot is he anyways?"

"The Elector kind."

"I don't think that classifies him into a group, Ms. Iparis."

"Well Mr. Wing, what group do you think he's classified in?"

"The kind that can't tell a woman to her face that he's jealous."

"Of whom?"

He pauses and taps his chin thoughtfully. His eyebrows knit together and I can't help but think how cute it looks on him. "By the way he's acting my guess is one of your ex's or perhaps someone new your paying close attention to."

I hide a smile behind a sip of coffee. How right you are. "Perhaps."

A comfortable silence stretches between us. I guess it's always been this way. It feels right when I'm with him.

"So, what is Pascao like? I don't want to embarrass myself when I finally meet-er, re-meet him."

I stop to consider it. "Pascao is Pascao. He's hard to describe."

"Like you." Daniel says.

"What?" I set down my coffee mug. He can't remember can he?

Daniels face turns red. "Sorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud. What, erm, gosh." He rubs the back of his neck and laughs nervously. Butterflies fill my stomach. "Sorry."

I smile.

"You should do that more often. Smile I mean. It suits you."

The TV announcer says "Good Morning ladies and gentlemen. It's 10:12 in the Ruby Sector on this fine morning..." And continue to drone on about the weather.

"I have to go." I say reluctantly.

"Oh." Daniel replies, but his eyes seem to say Already?

"Sorry. Do you think maybe we could talk again sometime?"

"How about the day before tomorrow?"