In Between

12. Twelve

Sage

I had been alone in my home office for the last 4 hours, going through papers and contracts that need signing, marinating in anger.
I hated that Bella was right in saying that Ivy deserved better. I hated the fact that it felt like I was stuck in concrete and can't move forward even when I want to.
I was pissed because I knew Bella was right, that I would hurt Ivy if I kept doing what I was doing. I wasn't mad at her for calling me out and I would never break our friendship because of a girl. But I wasn't ready to hear the truth when she said it to me.

I take in a deep breath, knowing what I have to do. I hold my head in frustration before I hear four sharp knocks that came in twos, on the door.

I don't say anything as the door opens quietly and closes with a heavy thud. I feel her take a seat in front of my table, on a chair angled to the right from my side eye.

We remained in silence before I sigh heavily, "I apologize for going off on you like that. Everything just caught me off guard. I wasn't expecting to face things like that so soon."

"I shouldn't have said what I said in that way. I'm supposed to be your support system first before anything else. I'm sorry." She breathed out quietly.

"You sound so depressed right now that I'm about to puke" I said to Bella in reply making her gasp,

"Who was the one moping around all day? Even while she had some good company."

I laugh, knowing she was right.

"You like her don't you?" I come right out and ask Bella. Knowing how straight (ironic) we were with each other, I knew she wouldn't lie to me.

I was met with silence, making me sigh before deciding to pick up a bottle of Glenfiddich (18years) and two tumblers. I pick out ice cubes from my fridge, placing them into the glass cups before pouring the alcohol in.

Passing a cup to Bella, I take a sip of my drink before taking a seat in my chair.

"Yes, I do!" She replies after taking a gulp from her drink.

It's hard for Yareli to ever admit that she liked someone and the fact that she said it out loud made me understand how serious she was.

"Alright then. I'll hands off. I apologize for being an ass earlier and whenever you speak to Ivy, tell her I say so." I say, taking a gulp of my drink, knowing that they're most definitely actively talking.

"I'll let her know. If she ever comes around, you'll do that yourself," she says smirking.

"Fuck off! I'm not doing that!" I say getting up to pull out my rolling tray and box.

We sat together in silence while I rolled up a joint with hemp papers.

"I'm glad you found someone you feel a connection with. If she makes you happy, then I'm happy. If this goes south from her, I'll raise hell." I tell her before lighting up the flower.

Yareli just chuckles in reply, shaking her head.
"I don't doubt that!" She mumbles, making me smirk.

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After the girls left, I went back to work. The evening was so quiet except for the air conditioning, humming through the house. I was elbows deep into reading through the documents and contracts I had prepared when I got a chime on my phone.

It was an unfamiliar number, calling my phone.
I heard a soft laughter away from the phone, waiting for the caller to speak, I remained silent.

451-723-****: I'll finally be home in a week mi hermoso. You have to take me to the new location you spoke about and prepare a feast because I've missed home cooked food.

Her voice was airy, soft and sultry at the same time, carrying a bit of an accent while she spoke. I froze up in time before hanging up.

I decided to light up my half gone flower stick. I took deep breaths of it to calm my stress level and the way I was feeling anxious.

My phone lit up again with the same number calling back. I pick up the phone, anticipating the voice again in silence.

451-723-****: Patricio?

What type of name is Patricio? And who the fuck is he?

Me: Salut ma belle

I hear a little gasp, causing me to smile involuntarily.

451-723-****: This isn't Patricio?

Me: No it's not, meu querida.

451-723-****: Must be a wrong number then. I'm so sorry.

Me: No need to apologize. I'm curious though?

451-723-****: What are you curious about?

Me: What new spot are we going to and when's the feast?

451-723-****: What??

I hear a cheery burst of laughter which made me chuckle on my own end. She calmed down a bit before answering my questions.

451-723-****: Firstly, I did not expect those questions. Secondly, those are the answers I'm trying to find out. I only heard there's a new spot in the city.

Me: what city are we talking about again?

451-723-****: Smoooth! I'll give it to you. And the city's going to be San Giuseppe (made up).

Me: Mmm, then I think know the new spot.

451-723-****: What are you? A tour guide?

Me: I can be whatever you need me to be, meu querida. 

I said it slowly, trying to tease her but she gives a light laughter.

451-723-****: Of course you would, mi dulce. We'll see how it goes. I have to reach Patricio now.

Me: Till next time querida.

I end the call, chuckling to myself. This call was one of the most unexpected things that has ever happened to me. I saved the number as "MQ" then put my phone on DND, before I went back to what I was doing.

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