Something Better

I See It In Your Eyes

Brandon hung up his phone call feeling excited. Everything was ready and working out to plan.

"The gods of fate are working in my favour!" Brandon shouted over at Ronnie, who was lost behind the beat of his drums.

"What?" He shouted back, pulling out his ear piece and grinning.

"It's all set, everything is falling into place," Brandon grinned back, "I will see you in a few days," Brandon said practically skipping over to the door of the studio, "Go home and see your wife," He called over his shoulder as he let the door close behind him.

Brandon climbed into his truck and smiled to himself as he thought about the word, 'wife'. He parked in his usual spot and called a cab as he ran up the stairs, two at a time to his top floor apartment. He ran his long fingers across the handle of his suitcase as he waited impatiently at the window for his taxi.

Brandon was nervous sitting at the departure gate in the airport, a few people had asked for photos and autographs, which he was glad of as it distracted his jittering mind. He tapped and clicked, looking around the first class section of the aeroplane, asking the cabin crew for his signature coke.

As he flew across the Atlantic once more, he thought about how low he felt the last time he was in a plane, only 48 hours before. And now, he couldn't be more excited and happy. Martha had no idea that he was flying over to be with her for the next few days before The Killers tour began again. Martha had told him during one of their marathon phone calls that she was finished at the design studio by about three and she was hanging around doing touristy things. Brandon realised this was his chance to get things back to the way they were before he had acted like a selfish idiot. Or maybe even better than before.

It was 7 pm when Brandon's plane landed in Florence. He rode in a taxi heading for Martha's apartment. She had described how beautiful it was, but Brandon's breath was taken as he was driven through the ancient streets of the Italian city.

"Have you been to Florence before, Signore?" The taxi driver asked.

"No, it's really beautiful," Brandon said as he looked up at the blue sky.

"Are you here for a holiday?" Continued the driver, "Or maybe business?"

"I'm here to see my girl," Brandon grinned widely, feeling his insides tumble at the thought of seeing Martha, "I'm gonna ask her to marry me," he volunteered, surprised at himself.

"Ah! How wonderful," The driver said lifting one hand off the wheel and waving it around, "What a city for this, I say you propose in Florence and your marriage last forever!" He laughed at his own made up legend, making Brandon laugh along.

Brandon stood on the pavement beside Martha's apartment block and called her. He smiled and felt his heart race as he caught a glimpse of her walking across the plaza, fishing around in her bag for her phone. She looked so young with her hair piled high on her head. He took a few steps back so he could watch her unnoticed.

"Hey," Martha said with a smile, holding her phone up to her ear and walking casually towards her Italian flat.

"Well hello there," Brandon said purposefully, so he could observe Martha's reaction to their little special greeting and his heart took flight watching her grin and giggle. "What are you up to?"

"I'm just heading home for some dinner, I worked a bit longer today. It takes my mind off missing you," Martha said with a melancholy smile.

"I'm missing you," Brandon said, hardly able to stop himself from running over and kissing her, "What are you having for dinner, I'm pretty hungry," His excited giggles bubbling up, almost giving him away.