Mary Oceans Hurts

Cheesecake

"Mary no. Go home." Mr Macallister.

"I can't stay alone in that cottage any longer. I want to work, so let me."

"No." He drags the word out with a tilted head and furrowed eyebrows.

"You can't make me go. I will stay and help you with whatever needs to be done. Here I even brought you some coffee." Said she, lifting the cup of coffee she had in her hand. But he didn't seem amused. His body was unwelcoming and his lips were tight.

"Mary, I want you to go home and rest."

"That's what I've been doing for the past week. Please just let me stay." She pleaded, her face was dressed with desperation which made him feel bound, and so he allowed her to stay.

"With one condition." Said he.

"Yes?"

"You don't strain yourself and leave the hard stuff alone."

"It's not like I'm sick, Macallister." She stated, annoyed at his over protective nature.

"I'm craving one of those Cheesecake chocolate chip muffins from the cafeteria down stairs. Get me one please." He ordered with a teasing smile. He thought ordering her around would change her mind but she smiled back at him and quickly went on her way to get him the muffin.

Up until her last hour of work she remained stable and level headed, it wasn't until she had to go home that the feeling of loss took a toll. Mr Macallister walked into his office expecting to find her ready to leave but she wasn't in her usual spot by his desk. Something told him to check the closet and so he did. There he found her crouching in front of the racks of clothing, distraught crying like a baby.

"Mary." He sighed walking over to her and lifting her up onto her feet, then hugging her tight. He held her tight while she cried into his chest. He understood her suffering, he too had lost love.

"How about this? You don't have to go home now, we'll go somewhere else then I'll take you home." His words appealed to her. She looked up at him and smiled with teary eyes.

"I would love that."

He drove them 30 minutes outside the city. Where only trees and woods could be seen for the majority of the trip.

"Where are you taking me, fine gentleman?" Mary teased.

"A place I know you will enjoy." He sighed with a smile.

Mary was happy to be in his presence, even if only for a while, she was aware of his busy business life. She too was once a busy business owner. She let herself daydream while in his silence, occasionally thinking about his lips and if they tasted the same since that night. He catched her looking twice and all he could do was smile in amusement.

"A Steak house?" Mary laughed a little confused at his occurrence.

"How do you know about my steak obsession?" He smiled.

"A certain someone told me." He was referring to Lola, the remembrance of her passing didn't hurt as much then. He made everything feel better.

She smiled, relieved of her burdens. They entered the shack type restaurant and were shortly seated by the window. The waiter delivered them their food and went on their way.

"Tell me what I don't know." Said he, Mary laughed picking at her fries with her fork.

"Who picks up fries with a fork?" He joked with a slight chuckle. Mary laughed more, it felt good to laugh, she had forgotten how good it felt.

"Hey! You used the butter knife to try and cut your steak , mister." She taunted, with a sweet, unserious voice. Macallister couldn't help but feel joy when she smiled, it was like heaven's personal gift to him.