Emory Lynch is tired, she is tired and she's craving ice cream. That's the only thing in her mind when she ends up at a store in Hamburg at three in the morning, not knowing a word of German. To her luck, she wasn't the only one in the store. A myst...
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Tom has road rage.
Correction, Tom has funny road rage.
A car cut in front of him and he had to hit the breaks rapidly, then proceeded to cuss him out in German. He spoke so fast, that to me it sounded as if he was reciting a spell.
I bit back my laughter and grabbed his hand that rested on my thigh, I laced our fingers together and ran my thumb over his hand. He cut himself off and took a deep breath.
I couldn't hold my laugh anymore, "It sounded like you where summoning a spirit, I can't even-"
To glanced at me - annoyance clear on his face, and I couldn't help but laugh more. Eventually, Tom joined in on my laughter and all his anger melted away.
Our laughter died off and I didn't pull my hand away from his. He stared at the road, bitting his cheek and I tugged at his hand, remembering his habits from years ago.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked turning my body in the seat to look at him.
He stopped hitting his cheek and looked at me hesitantly, "D-Did you ever try to contact me?"
I blinked at him once, twice, then huffed out a laugh. "Tom, you never called.."
He went to say something but I interrupted, "And I know now that you lost my number or whatever happened- but back then I didn't know. And I kept seeing you on magazines and TV with different girls, so I stopped watching. I haven't read a single thing about you since 2008"
He bit his lip and nodded dejectedly, and I sighed. "But...When I found out I was pregnant I called your record label to see if by some miracle I could talk to you, but they thought I was a fan - which is what I predicted"
Tom let out a laugh and tightened his hand around mine. "Would you believe me if I tell you I called every modeling studio in Hamburg to get your number back?"
My jaw dropped and I stared at him disbelievingly, "No, you didn't"
He nodded, "I did, and when I finally found the one you were at, they told me they couldn't give out the model's personal information"
I just stared at him, dumbfounded. Knowing that he tried to contact me - that he didn't just forget about me the moment I stepped on the plane, brings me comfort that didn't know I needed.
"I went back to Germany" I blurted out before I could even think about stopping myself.
Tom snapped his head toward me - eyes completely wide before pulling over to the side of the road and turning to me completely.
