I happen to be on a call with Andrea, who expressed she had freetime to exchange words.
She sighs heavily on the other end of the line before saying; "Would I lie to you?"
"No, but—"
"So take my word for it, Gertrude. I don't think it's a good idea. I don't even think it'll be fun— actually, forget about whether or not it'll be fun, I say, don't go. Trust me."
"Look, I get your concern." I sigh, glancing through the large windows showcasing the few cars parked by the petrol station. "But I think it will be fun. I doubt anything would happen to me."
"You don't even know half of them, Gert. I don't think you have the grounds to even think like that."
My eyes wander towards Micah, who is comfortably settled in the driver's seat. His eyes are glued to his phone, and the light from the device bounces off of the features of his face in such a lovely way, I find myself standing there a few second too loong, simply staring.
Context, Micah had decided to come by and visit after work, something about wanting to kill time, but only about two hours deep into the random conversation we were having, did I realiser we had no snacks or drinks. Micah, being the resource provider he is, decided he'd accompany me to the petrol station to get some stuff, all whilst he puts some fuel in the car.
Hence, me standing in the mini garage, and staring at him through the window. I think he already put the fuel, and perhaps paid through means of using his phone, since I have his card — he demanded the expenses be on him.
All the while, I have been on the phone with Andrea, who demanded we speak after I shared the possibility of going to that hang out that Qaileen invited me to. She, as I imagined, is very much against it.
"Listen, I know Qaileen and I very much know Micah. It's going to be alright. Plus, if you want, you can come? Although, I don't think it's my place to extend an invite. But I am sure they won't mind considering..."
I mumble the last part, clearing my through when I decide against it. She doesn't know that I know, though obviously, she knows Micah and is basically family. I doubt it would be the slightest issue to anyone, in regards to her presence. I think, if anything, she'd be keeping me company.
"Getrurde. You don't know these people like I do. Trust me, I know them too well, and it's not exactly... advisable, for you to go there."
I turn around, heading towards the back of the mini garage to get a drink. I place the basket down, then stare at the different cold beverages. "I've been to his house before, though."
"I... Gert." She sighs heavily. There's a bit of shuffling in the background, maybe even a soft voice can be heard, but then she quickly sighs once again. "If I go, and that's a big if, you will be with me one hundred percent of the time, right?"
"Of course." I giggle. My hand slides back the glass door, then I pick out two bottles of Pepsi — Micah said I could get whatever — and one Fanta before placing them in the basket. "When will I see you, by the way? I'd like to see how big your belly has gotten since I last saw you."
Andrea giggles, much like a school girl, as she assumably shuffles once again. "I think I am available sometime next week. Matter of fact, we could maybe hang out before we go to the mansion. I should actually be available, since I'll be getting the baby all checked out."
There's the silence, almost like a pause filled with hesitation. I close the glass door and pick up the basket, deciding I've got everything desired. "Oh, an ultrascan? Can I come with? I could ask for a leave for the day."
