Sweet Delilah

EIGHT~REAL

~DELILAH~

I watch as Cassie pours us both a second cup of coffee.

"So- you finally gonna tell me why you disappeared at the club the other night?"

I look down at my hands, fidgeting with my nails.

"Jackson was there...we...talked," I say. 

I watch as Cassie's face lights up and her jaw drops.

I have told her enough about Jackson, but only enough, not everything...not how I feel about him. Not how his actions affect my entire being.

Before Cassie can get a word out, we hear a knock at my door.


My body goes into a panic and I'm stuck in place. 



Cassie gets up to check the door as I just sit watching it in slow motion. 



It can't be-


Cassie opens the door and smiles. 

"Awe Delilah, someone sent you flowers-Thank you, sir, yes, have a good day." She says, taking the flowers from the delivery guy, and shutting the door behind her. 

All I see is a huge bundle of sunflowers.



What if he sent them? What if he found me? 

I begin to bite my nails, waiting for Cassie to read who it's from.



"Looks like there's no name...just a card with a fifty-dollar bill inside," she says, raising her eyebrows at me. 



My panic quickly leaves my body as confusion and realization hit me all at once. 


"Jackson," I say quietly, heat rising to my cheeks before the memory from the night of the club hits me. 

I shake my head and turn away from the flowers. 

"He shouldn't have sent them. He barely knows me."

"I wouldn't say barley...he picked out your favorite flowers."

I hate it when she is right. 


Wait, how did he even know what my favorite flowers are?

"Doesn't matter," I say. 


"Delilah, you like him, stop pretending you don't." She says.




She's right. I do care, but I can't. 

I don't deserve him.

And Jackson...he deserves more. 

I'm damaged goods.

~JACKSON~

I eagerly wait in my car watching for her to arrive.

The rain slightly hits my window.

I sit, listening to the sound of my windshield wipers going back and forth and back and forth.

As my eyes squint through the rain, I see her little petite figure hurry into the cafe.

She doesn't have an umbrella.

I shake my head at her carelessness. I wish she would take better care of herself.

I turn off my car and get out, making my way inside.

As I open the door, I hear the familiar sound of a bell ringing. 

The minute it goes off, I watch Delilah turn to face me.