Through His Eyes

Through His Eyes [15]

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

 

"No, I am just saying, if I were ever stuck in an elevator with Chris Evans, I would jump his bones and it shouldn't count as cheating."

Rhea watched as her two best friends bantered back and forth about coming up with a list. Willa had seen it in one of the countless TV shows that she watched, and it was basically a list of five celebrities they could sleep with if presented with the opportunity and the other wouldn't make a problem out of it.

"So you're saying banging Chris Evans wouldn't be cheating?" Wade asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah." The Cheshire cat smile on Willa's face made Rhea snort.  

"Good," Wade said after a moment's pause, his features stretching into a lazy grin. "Because he's on my list too."

As Rhea was snickering at her friend's antics, she heard the bell above the shop's door jingle, and she couldn't help but immediately turn her head to see who it was, just like she'd been doing for the past ten minutes.

Floyd had said during the phone call that he would come to the ice cream shop in an hour to meet her and that was exactly fifty seven minutes ago. In the past ten minutes, she'd had four false alarms; every time she looked at the door in hopes that it would be Floyd, it was either a ten year old with their parents in tow or a couple of teens, walking into the store hand in hand.

As the minutes passed, she became more anxious, giving only half of her attention to the conversation her friends carried out before her and fidgeting in her seat. She knew Wade and Willa were aware of her distracted, and more importantly distressed state and she was pretty sure they were being ridiculous in the hopes of taking her mind off the confrontation she was about to have with Floyd.

She usually wasn't one to confront her problems. No, she chose to bury them under lots of ice cream and TV show marathons. This time, however, she was willing to put her heart on the line and confront the problem at hand headfirst; simply because she wanted this thing she had with Floyd –whatever it was– to work.

Her stomach began to do somersaults when it was –finally– Floyd who walked through the door. He squinted a little as his eyes swept over all the booths slowly until his gaze landed on Rhea's face, who was already looking at him, silently waiting for him to notice her.

His hair was windswept, all ruffled in the back and slapped across his forehead on the front. His face broke into a grin at the sight of Rhea and he approached her with quick steps, all the while never breaking eye contact with her. Despite the nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach, Rhea couldn't help but smile back at him.

"Hey," Floyd said after he'd come to stand by the booth Rhea shared with Wade and Willa.  

"Hey man," Wade said, standing up from his seat to extend a hand for Floyd to shake. Rhea thought she imagined the slight wince that momentarily flitted across Floyd's features as he shook Wade's hand.

"We were just leaving," Willa said, grabbing her phone that sat on the table and throwing it carelessly inside her purse. "You kids behave yourselves."

Willa slid out of the booth after giving them both a sly grin and reminding Rhea to call her in the evening. Wade stayed behind for a second longer while the two boys exchanged a look that certainly held some meaning that was lost to Rhea. Then, Wade patted Floyd on his back once before he took off after his girlfriend who was already halfway out the door.