Tragically Yours

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We both stepped out of the elevator shaft—I gestured to her to get out first, but she also gestured for me to go first. Which ended up getting out of the elevator together. During the elevator ride, we both fall in a deafening silence, except for the elevator chime playing as we ascend to my floor. Now we're out of the elevator, I think it's best to get rid of the silence floating around us. "So," I start, letting the word linger for a while in case she doesn't hear me. When she flips her head to glance at me, I take that as a cue to continue. "How have you been?" I know there's a lot more worthy questions to ask, but that's the question I came up with on the spot.

"Well, I've been... Fine, except the fact that I had poor ability to plan ahead and basically placed myself in a peculiar situation without any guarantee for the result I'm aiming for." She took a while to answer, but at least she'd answered my question. If she decided to shut down at me and proceed to be silent for the next hour, I would have lost my sanity quickly. But nope, she answered, that's what matters. "So, how about you? Is everything you've written in the letters about your career of being a journalist as well as a playwright true?"

A pang of pride struck my chest like an instant lighting bolt from the cloudy gray sky. I nod my head once as I flash her a quick smile, "Everything I wrote in those letters are true, Gail. You don't have any reason to doubt me." Turning my head to the side to see her reaction to that last sentence. Unfortunately, she has her head face straight to the empty hallway in front of us. Which means I don't have a great angle to see what's shining in her eyes. All I can see from this angle is a blank expression getting thicker and thicker from every ticking seconds. "But yeah, I'm a journalist by day and a playwright by night." I had only realized how lucky I was to head home instead of hanging in the theater for a bit. If I did just that, then I would have missed Gail being here.

Finally, she turns her head at me. Her perfect blue eyes shine with numerous questions that's specifically for me. Instead, she'd focus on one question at a time. "How does that work, anyway? You go to your office to edit articles, then after that you'll visit the theater?"

Basically, yeah, that's the entirety of both my careers. I can't believe she'd guessed my routine quickly. Well, to be fair, I did hint to her about a journalist by day and a playwright by night. I wipe that rational explanation away from my thought because I like the idea of her easily reading me like a magazine. Without thinking, I shrug both my shoulders, "That's the gist of it. However, there are times I go straight back home and proceed to write plays at home instead of going to the theater."

I wasn't expecting any reply from her, I was expecting her to proceed to ask some more questions. But I sure as hell didn't expect her to give out a genuine chuckle. Literally, a genuine chuckle, not a hint of sarcasm or anything hiding behind her laughter. "It seems like I took the best day to wait for you, huh?" She turns back to the empty hallway in front of us. I follow her gaze as well, learning that we're getting close to my apartment room. "I'm lucky that you head straight home instead of going to the theater. I would have looked stupid for waiting."

I fought the wince forming on her face just to force a smile in her direction. "I can guarantee you wouldn't look stupid for waiting. Although, I did have a vivid image in my mind of you waiting around while it was raiding." The forced smile I wore had turned into something real. A real smile because the mental image I'd describe to her had come true in my head. When Gail scoffs at me, I can't help but to laugh. "Look, the bright side is... It wasn't raining today."

She rolls her eyes—well, that appears to be like it, "Yeah because that's the obvious bright side here. Not the fact that you're not some psycho stranger, and I was just a sitting duck and had fallen into a trap." Even though she looks pissed, I'm always used to hearing her words more than observing her expression. Her tone of voice is much more important than her expression to fully understand what's going on in Gail's mind. One of the things I love about her. There are a few mistakes taken in the past for misunderstanding her tone, but I find myself getting better at interpreting her words. So yeah, she looks pissed; however, her tone of voice hinted that she's internally laughing. I wasn't prepared for her sudden turn of her head to face me. Mainly because I've been busy admiring her gorgeous face. And now she'd turn her head at me once again, catching me off-guard. "That would have been a great tragic story, right? The damsel in distress received letters from her lover, only to find out that her lover had died and landed herself into a deadly trap."