What it takes to be wanted

What it takes to be wanted - 2

I met Kara out in the weight room once I'm done running.  We start with the plate loaded machines.  Once we're done benching we move to the free hand weights. 

"So how have you been lately?  How's work?"  Kara asked me.  I haven't seen her around much because I was working or busy with school stuff. 

"Well I have to fill in for the lunchtime shift because they are short workers."

"Something tells me by the way you say it and the face you're making it isn't as bad as you are making it sound.  I know that face, haven't seen it in a while. Does it have to do with a guy?" she asks me.  I look at her and she is grinning wide and suggestively. 

"Uh no," I say turning my head.  I could my cheeks start to get red.  Turning my head really didn't work because we were surrounded by mirrors.

"Oh look at your face I have seen that look before.  Tell me about him.  I want to know.  It's only fair because you have heard and listened to all of my guy problems."

I sigh and look at her.  "It's really nothing," I say.  I think back to his almost black curly yet straight hair and his blue eyes.  "I don't even know his name."

"How come?  If this were the Libby I first met she would have his name and number by now."

"Come on now, it's only been a day since I saw him. I never used to go that fast even back then."

We finish up and as I drive to drop Kara back off she tells me, "I better get an update on this mystery man.  I haven't seen you like this in a long time.  I want the best for you girl."

"Ha," I reply.  "Okay but I doubt that anything will happen."

"You never know.  You can always hope.” And with that she opened the car door and left. 

I pull out of the drive through at taco bell and I'm about to head home when I get a call from my dad.

"Libby I'm down at the community college now and my car won't start I need a jump from your battery."

"Sure." I reply and take the next exit heading toward the college. “I’ll be there soon."

As I pull up I see my dad’s car and park next to him.  There aren't many cars because it was in-between afternoon and night classes. 

"Sorry I made you come all the way out here." he said standing there awkwardly. 

"It's fine dad really.  It was on the way back home," I replied back trying to take away the awkward look on his face.  I grabbed the jumper cables out of my car and let my dad handle the rest. 

My dad is almost done when I glance around the parking lot.  Suddenly I see the mysterious guy from Starbucks that rudely grabbed the drink from my hand. 

I saw him with a man who was maybe ten years older than him, maybe in his mid thirties.  He was fighting with him.  I could tell by the look on their faces.  The Starbucks boy's eyes were icy blue and glaring at the older man.  I couldn't hear much from the conversation but they seemed to be talking about some type of deadline. 

"I'm sorry Matt you just don't have enough pieces to put up in the gallery for this weekend," the older man said firmly. 

"Professor, I know there's not that many pieces but I can guarantee you that the ones that are done will sell."

"I'm sorry you do not have enough pieces and the rules say you must have 5 in order to be put on display."

"You're going to regret this," he says.  He starts walking in my direction.  I quickly turn around so he would not see that I could have been listening to their conversation.  For a moment I turn to take a furtive look at him, which he sees and for a moment he stares back with his eyes just holding onto mine.