All you never told me

Chapter Four

I expect my shift to go by quickly, but it doesn't. It becomes the longest shift I've ever worked. Where minutes once felt like seconds, it now feels like hours. I look up at the clock and silently tell it to hurry up, I need midday to come already! Every now and then I look at Isaac and see him reading the magazines. He's adorable, the way he makes shocked hand signals at the magazines.
Three more clients I tell myself. Just three more. Soon three becomes two and two becomes one more and after what feels like a hundred years, it's time for my lunch break.
"Sandra! I'm headed out. I'll be back in about an hour." I shout.
"Babes," replies Sandra, "Your next client is only booked in the next three hours. If you want, you can come back in about two and a half hours."
Okay fate, I officially love you.
"Thanks San," I say.

Isaac looks up from his magazine and smiles playfully. "So," he says, "You've got an extra hour and a half?
"Yeah"
"Well then, let's make the most of it. There's this little coffee shop about ten minutes from here. It's right next to a park. Should we head there instead of your usual old Starbucks?"
"First of all," I say "Starbucks will never get old. And second, if you're going to discover cute places. Don't tell me about them. Tell me it's a surprise. I love surprises."
"Okay," Isaac says laughing, "I'll never tell you where we're going again. Even if it is just Starbucks."
"You seem so sure that you'll get the opportunity to take me out again." I say.
"That's because I am." Isaac replies.

I have this feeling that today will be a day to remember.

I hop in Isaac's car and he insists I wear a blindfold and earphones to make up for the fact that he told me where we're going so I don't see anything until we're there. At first I feel like this boy is about to abduct me like any normal girl would feel, but something reminds me that memories are made when you're sitting on the edge.
We arrive at the park and I have to admit, I'm glad it's not some type of dungeon. Actually, it's beautiful. It's a small place. It's simple, yet somehow its beautiful.

"I like it. I really like it." I say to Isaac
"You haven't even tried the food," he responds laughing, "And you're already in love."
"Then, let's order."
Isaac calls over the waitress and orders a coffee and a muffin for us. According to him, that's their speciality.
"So Dylan, what's your story."
I laugh. I want to cry, but I laugh.
"There's not much to it. I think the main event was a car crash that I was involved in about six months ago. I was in hospital for about two months, it sucked. But what sucked even more was I lost a huge part of my memory. Everyone kept tiptoeing around me after that. As if I would miss the memories that to me, don't even exist. After that I just existed. Simply existed. No aim in life. I mean the only thing I actually got involved in was debate team at school. I'm pretty good at that, and singing. But that's as far as I've gotten with these past four months."
Isaac stares at me. Not with lust, or confusion or even sympathy. He looks at me as if he understands.
"I was in hospital too. For a while actually. I was in and out of hospital, I thought I was going to die. During that period of my life I lost so much, I had this smoking hot girlfriend that I'm almost positive I was in love with, I had to let go of her. I was on the rise to becoming a male model which may sound conceited but it was my dream in life. I had to give that up too. All because I lost my hair. How fucked up is that? But never mind that, I've got a lot to be grateful for because as of two weeks ago, I'm officially cancer free."

It was cancer, that's why he lost his hair. And this girlfriend of his, the way he talks about her. He'll never be able to feel the same way about me. Not that I'm expecting him to anyway.

Our order arrives and I can't stop talking to Isaac about how good it is. I have to admit, the boy has got some pretty damn good taste in food.