Robin

Chapter 3: Coreopsis

Days went by and I did not hear anything from Robin. no matter how hard I tried, I could not forget her and I despited myself for it. I did not want to occupy my head nor my heart with a woman who wants to avoid me. Avoid me! I searched for a reason, but found none in my head. I tried keeping busy with painting. I painted more than I ever had in a few days but my style had changed. I unconsciously began painting in darker colours and my drawings had thicker outlines. I could not find the root of this new style, but I really lied what it had done to my work, I felt like I was putting my emotions on the canvas without filtering them or trying to make them look pretty. My art was at its most honest state. after my last success at the gallery, another team of travelling artists contacted me to offer a collaboration. of course, I could not tell them I owed my success to the mysteriously rich woman who own half of the town and probably ants own me too. So, I accepted to create a new piece together. On a Friday evening, I came home from college and got straight to painting. I was not working on anything specific, just splashing colours around for inspiration. I had my favourite playlist on blast since my roommate was out of town. Drowned so deep into my own world, I did not hear the door bell. Just as the song finished playing, I got scared by a very loud knock on the door which made me spill paint all over my shirt and splashed onto my face. I was ready to punch whoever was at the door, probably my neighbour complaining about the noise. I opened the door hastily and then froze when I saw Robin holding a bunch of coreopsis. she was wearing dark jeans and a leather jacket, although I was used to seeing her in formal pants and blazer. Her long black hair was in a low bun as usual. I stood frozen at the door until I remembered the state I was in, with dirty shorts and paint all over my face, so I closed the door from embarrassment. I heard Robin laugh behind the door. "Really, Georgia? You're not gonna let me in?" She said while I scanned her up and down through the peephole. I could not get over how hot she looked in that leather jacket. There was no time to change my clothes, so I took off my shirt and threw it across the room and let my hair down as an attempt to distract her from my face. "Sorry, I got caught off guard" I told her once I opened the door and tried to hide my big smile. She said she came to apologize and handed me the flowers, which I used to cover my myself as I was in my sports bra. I was debating on inviting her in, but I decided to make her suffer a bit more. "You could have just sent the flowers, or a card. you didn't have to come all the way here. which reminds me, how did you find my home?" She smirked confidently and responded quickly, "I told you Georgia. You draw me in." Although she completely ignored my second question, my only thought was how much I loved that she had moved on from Ms.Hein to my first name, and I loved the way she said my name in every sentence. The way she pronounced it with her accent, sounded more like a name and less like a state. once I realized I was suffering a lot more than she was, I invited her in. While I was looking for a vase to put the flowers in, she told me that I could make watercolour paint from the flower petals. Not only was it my first time receiving flowers from someone other than my father, she had put real thought into it. I asked her to ignore the mess in my living room and to avoid stepping on any wet paint.  She made herself comfortable on the couch, real comfortable by taking up as much as space as possible by manspreading her legs and putting her shoulders along the edges. She complimented my art and mentioned how amazing they look in her house.  I was really hoping she had not come all the way to my home for small talk. I was standing in front of her with my arms crossed. I never knew what to expect with her, so  my best self defence mechanism was to stand instead of sitting. The memories of our last encounterment kept replaying in my mind over and over. "I do not mean to be avoiding you, but  I have a lot to do.  Why are you here? What about me draws you in?" She always responded quickly, but not too quick. She took a second to think, and then said each word with confidence and reason. "I will be honest Georgia, you are not my usual type. This could be a simple psychical trick of my mind, craving something different. Maybe I am attracted to your scent, like a mixture of flowers and oil paint. Perhaps your soft hair which looks a different shade of blonde every time. Perhaps your innocent eyes that look at me with so much hope and purity. But it's none of that. You are special, I saw it in your eyes in my office. You're like me. You would do anything for what you love" She finished talking and looked at my face, expecting me to give a confident answer like hers.I was still stuck on how she described me so perfectly, I did not think she had paid so much attention to me, no one ever does. I needed to say something to break the silence before she heard how loudly my heart was beating. "It got real chilly in here" She got up as she took her leather jacket off and walked towards me. "You're in a bra, love" She put her jacket on me, I was certain she could hear my heart beat now since we were sending so close. "I'm only here to apologize, about the other night. I shouldn't have kissed you then let you down. I want to make peace. If you accept my apology, we will never have to see each other again" I was feeling warm now, both in my heart and body, so my brain stared working again. "And what if I don't accept it?" The words were already out of my mouth before I realized I sounded like a five year old child. She said that she would respect my decision regardless. I began pacing around the room as I told her, "First, you kiss me, and then say all these nice things to me. I have been struggling to get you out of my head  for days until you come into my house with flowers just to say goodbye? How is that for respect?" 

A spontaneous smile appeared on her face. She asked me why I had been thinking about her. I decided to tell the truth with the hope that it would make her do the same. I told her that I liked the kiss. To my surprise, she said she liked it too, very much. I wonder if she was married, or if it was against her morals to date a client or if she was simply a player. I made some coffee for us and we sat down to talk. She only took one sip out of her coffee, I noticed the instant coffee was not up to her standards. She was the one asking questions, and I was answering them like a parrot. I felt like I was under a spell, but I wan never so eager to tell someone about myself. I told her about my roommate, my upcoming project, my childhood best friend. I even told her about my first boyfriend in high-school, which made me realize I was a lesbian. She just sat there with a smirk, watching me, listening to me and enjoying it. "So, what about you?" I decided to turn the tables finally. "Who is Tenne Robin, founder of the Eleven?" She only gave me the simplest answer, by correcting my pronunciation of her name. It was pronounced as the number ten, because her mother wanted her to be the best of everything, she wanted perfection, ten out of ten. She founded her law firm to be more than perfect, eleven out of ten. I was impressed with her name more than all my life accomplishments I could impress anyone. I told her I always wanted a friend in the law firm. She burst my bubble so quickly by saying "We can't be friends, Gerogia" Her words hit me like a slap in my face, So many emotions came to at once, but my mouth gave in to anger as I marched toward the door to kick her out. "Is it because I am not a ten? You cannot be dating a regular girl like me? Well, you know what? I don't want you either." I was holding the door open for her, she got up and walked over calmly. "I want you Georgia, but I don't think you can do it" I shut the door closed and tried to look into her eyes, realizing how much taller she was than me. Her eyes were so blue, they did not let me concentrate to defend myself properly.  I only had one chance, if she left my house now, I knew she would never come back again. I had to say something to make her stay. "You said it yourself, I would do anything for what I love"