Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!"
Gripping my newly refilled margarita glass in my trembling hand, I watch Travis and his 'Orange Goblin' companion make what looks like awkward conversation once more and then I spin in my seat and gaze down at the shiny brown bar, I can see my reflection in it and my reflection looks pale... very pale
"He's really here, in New York...
My city...
my guy..."
Amazement and excitement sparks in my stomach
"But he didn't call. Why wouldn't he call?"
Hurt and confusion declare a war on my soul as I raise my head and gaze at the beautiful African-American woman that has just poured my drink.
Once again I am in search of the answer that has eluded woman through out the centuries of time
"Why are all guys jerks?"
She raises an eyebrow in surprise at my question and then echoes Evas sentiments when posed with the same question just days before
"Genetics?"
A half laugh wriggles its way free
"I guess I was the only one that missed that science class"
Glancing over my shoulder again I catch sight of Travis smiling, he's faking it- I can tell immediately, his eyes aren't shining like they do when he really smiles at you.
Memories burn at my chest and then for what seems like the hundredth time since he took his seat he gazes at his mobile phone. The look on his face is one I can't read and it only serves to irritate me more, there was a time when I could read Travic Kelces' face easier than a childs fairy tale book but now...
"Sorry about the poorly timed bathroom break"
Eva thumps her self down onto the stool next to me and immediately reaches for her freshly mixed cocktail. This time it's the most sour shade of green I have ever seen in my life and as I watch the 'Orange Goblin' reach over and straighten Travis' tie the jealousy that threatens to propel me from my seat and in their direction also threatens to turn me the colour of Evas drink. Not wanting to draw attention to myself just yet I turn back to face the bar
"Want to tell me what your little freak out was all about back there?"
"I didn't freak out"
I say it in between big gulps of my drink and as I fight to stop myself looking over my shoulder again. The dramatic look of disbelief that crosses Evas face is comical to say the least
"You're kidding me right?"
"I just felt... light headed. I must have stood up too soon, these stools are high for someone the height of me, I blame the altitude"
"Tay, we were just on the verge of breaking out of this cemetery when you turned into the whitest white girl I know and literally collapsed back into your seat"
And the award for over dramatising a situation goes to...
"I did not collapse"
"No it was just the altitude of the stool right?"
"Exactly"
"Whatever, so, what's the drama?"
Leaning closer to her I fix her with my most serious look, and then close my eyes before speaking, because honestly, I can not believe that I am going to say this
"Eva"
Fixing me with an equally serious look she says
"Taylor"
