***Jessie's POV***
Coffee. That sweet yet bitter aroma was all it took for me to be thrown back into reality.
I looked around at the familiar, yet unfamiliar room before I remembered where I had fallen asleep. I heard someone stirring in the kitchen and decided I should probably get up. The sight that followed that decision was inevitably the most awkward thing I had ever seen in my entire 15 years of living. Tristan was leaned into Effie, as if they were about to kiss. But that wasn't the worst of it. What Tris was wearing was embarrassing for both me and him. He was clad in nothing but a towel that was, ever so loosely, wrapped around his waist.
As soon as I realized what my eyes were intaking, I tried to quickly exit the room. I spun on my heels and my first step into the hall would be one that would take multiple weeks to heal.
The rug slid with my foot and my head met the floor with a loud thud.
"Jessy?!" Tristan shouted, "Was that you?!" A groan was the only reply I gave him. He quickly rushed around the island and to my side, Effie following quickly after him. "What happened? What hurts? Is it your head? Is your head okay? What about your foot? Oh my gosh I didn't even think about your knee! How's tha-"
"Tristan!" Effie interrupted.
"What?"
"Let her speak, you nerd!"
"For real." I agreed, sitting up slightly only to feel a sharp pain in my wrist, and clutch it falling back down. Tristan caught me before I hit the ground once more.
"Oh gosh, It's your wrist! I didn't even think about that!" He quickly hoisted me up and had me heading out the door.
"Tristan?" Effie said, still on the floor.
"What? What is it? We have to get her to the emergency room." he said, scurrying around.
"You might want to change. It would be a shame if that towel fell. I don't think anyone wants to see what's underneath."
"Oh, right. I'll be right back." He said, dashing up the stairs.
Four hours later we were on our way back home. I had to get a cast around my hand and up my arm. it stopped a little before my elbow. I had broken my radius and two carpel bones. Effie and Tristan insisted on signing my cast before we left the emergency room.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh! Stop here! They have, like, the best burgers ever!" Tristan slowed down and took the turn. We entered K.C.'s Diner and seated ourselves.
"How do you know this place?" Tristan asked.
"Umm, an old boyfriend." Effie said, shaking it off. Tristan nodded and looked around the shop, I did the same. A painting by the bathroom door caught my eye. It was fantastic. The colors were blended so beautifully, and picture was exquisite. It was very abstract, with mixes of blues and purples. But you could see a couple holding hands in the mix. I excused myself to go to the restroom. While passing the painting, I noticed the signature in the bottom right hand corner. Although, I couldn't really make it out.
Once finished in the bathroom, I stopped back at the piece of art. I took out my phone and snapped a picture of it. I was really curious as to who the artist was.
Tristan and Effie were laughing and having a good time back at the table. On my way back, I saw Effie had gotten a text. Her mood changed for a split second while she read it, then she went back to laughing with Tris.
Throughout lunch, I noticed something was up with her, but I didn't dare say anything. She made Tristan so happy, I had never seen him like this before.
