Between Octobers

February 10th

February 10th

My flight arrived early, but the trip from the airport to his set was taking forever. I fidgeted, touching up my makeup in the back of the big navy blue van. My face actually looked pretty good. I wished I could say the same for my hair. The misty cold of Toronto had rendered all product useless. I threw it up in a messy knot before the static ruined it entirely.

Lily helped me get ready, choosing a black ruffled skirt and clingy top. She paired them with a turquoise belt and a pair of her giant hoop earrings. I took the hoops off after I got on the plane and stuffed them into my carry-on with the jeans I planned to put on after I got to Evan's trailer. The large earrings caught on my shoulders each time I turned my head. 

Everything I'd worn was to look great for the first thirty minutes. From the time I got off the plane until about five seconds after I saw him. I could not guarantee any longer than that. 

As soon as we passed the locations' gated perimeter surrounded by bundled girls and their signs of support, it was a few more blocks before the grouping of diesels and large pieces of equipment being shuffled from one place to the next came into view. Everyone was dressed in giant parkas and rubber boots, shuffling through the snow. Some people were shoveling the stuff. When the van stopped, I grabbed the door handle.

Danny, the driver, turned to me. "I'll be right back."

For insurance and safety purposes, I was only allowed to walk around with an escort.     

Faster than I expected, Angelique appeared. She was walking with a large man, conversing as she waved to me. I scrambled from the heated van, out into the bitter cold. 

"You've got about thirty minutes until they call him," she informed me with a wink.

"Thanks," I said, trying to pretend I wasn't embarrassed. "I was hoping he'd be free." As much as I enjoyed watching Evan work, it was miserable when I arrived and he was stuck in front of a camera.

Angelique led around the back of another diesel truck and his giant trailer came into view. A piece of tape across the outer door showed his name printed in thick, black letters. Several men were standing around. Some were working, others smoking. Most dispersed when I appeared, politely nodding as they sauntered off in different directions. I passed without a word.

"See ya," Angelique called, watching as I knocked, waiting for my entrance to take her leave. 

A high-pitched voice (Sheri, I presumed) answered, "Come in!"

A voluble scoff sounded. "Get out already!"

I climbed the first step and set my sights on him. His frustrated face softened to a wide smile. He stepped towards me as I climbed inside. Evan took my hand, and drew me against him in a long embrace.

"There's my Valentine," he whispered, his hot breath tickling my ear. 

I kissed his neck, searching until my lips found his. Barely able to control my stimulation, I fumbled with the buttons of my jacket. I wanted his hands on me, not the encompassing wool. Evan helped by starting on the buttons at the bottom while I worked my way from the top. His arms swept inside my coat, wrapping around my waist and lifting me from the ground. I giggled with delight. 

"I missed you."

"Mon seul amour," he whispered, placing a sweet kiss at the corner of my mouth.  

Someone cleared their throat. I remembered the high-pitched voice and turned to greet Sheri, but she wasn't there. There was a slender female—bone thin, actually. She was blonde with big, blue eyes—very cute, but she would have been much cuter without the heavy makeup. I was slightly embarrassed that it took so long to notice she was there.