Saudade

Chapter One

December 15th 2010;

I look through the window, it's beginning to get frosty due to the cold December weather. It was a beautiful sight. I drew on the glass, circles, stick figures and a heart with a lines in it. I sipped on the freshly made tea inhaled the Sharpe scent of peppermint. "beautiful morning aye?" he said in his thick Scottish accent. "it sure is, food morning" i said as he neared me holding his own cup of tea. "James I never did understand, your hair on your head is brown but your beard is ginger" I said touching his face lightly. "what can I say? I'm trans-ginger" he says Making the both of us cracked up. "you comin with me today? I'm going to visit me old friend who's in town actually" he says looking at his wrist watch. "Yeah yeah let me go get a change of clothes" i said resting my tea on the window pane and sauntering to my closet. I threw on some jeans, a beautiful simple sweater along with a scarf.

"James who exactly is your friend?" I asked in between switching radio stations. "he's a really good friend of mine, his name is Michael" he says. "I don't understand why London has to have so much rain AND snow as well! It's sickening, I can barely see!" he complains. "put on ye headlights" I said. "we're almost here" he says. We parked at the site of an old café and quickly make our way inside. "you almost busted a skid!" james says chuckling at my almost accident. "and you being the best friend of mine laughed and didn't help" I said and he hugs and kisses my forehead. "McAvoy!" a man says strutting his way to James. "Fassy!" James says and happily hugs the man. I had a moment to take in his features; tall, handsome, well dressed and definitely Irish. "good day! I'm Michael, Michael Fassbender " he says extending his hand for a shake. "Hello, I'm Soraya, Soraya Atkins" i said shaking his hand with much pleasure. "Girlfriend James?" he asked raising his eyebrows. "Oh no no, she's my best friend" He says and Michael feigns mock hurt. "you're still my best lad!" James says and we all take a seat in a booth.

Michael was a really nice guy, quite a funny lad! "oh no, Michael, Rai, I need to leave at this moment, my boss is being a pain in the ass" he says. "Michael would you please drop her home?" he pleaded. "with pleasure old friend" he said and nodded. "thanks a million" james so and left in a hurry. "so tell me more about your self Miss Atkins" he says. "well there isn't much but I'm 21, living with James and I'm currently pursuing my career right here in London as an ophthalmologist" I said. "bought girl that you are, err.... Which institution exactly?" he asked. "it's in central London Hospital actually" I said. "oh that's good, my wife works there" he says and With that I sort of frowned. "oh you're married?" I asked. "I should've been more clear, Fiancé" he says and smiles. "oh that's good, congratulations" I said and he nods. "thank you, what about you? You're not trying your luck with James?" he asked and I sighed. "I don't know what and how to feel about that" I said. "you fancy McAvoy don't you" he says sipping his steaming mug of coffee. "I-I can't lie, I do. But he's only seen me as a best friend... a sister...." I trailed off.

"he's unbelievable. Same ole James, how can he not notice the love of such a beautiful woman? One who's in front his bloody eyeball!?" Michael says which made me blush. "I don't know" I said quietly. "ok enough of me, why don't you tell me more about you?" I said clasping my hands together, smiling with the gorgeous man in front of me.

"well there's not much, I'm was born in Germany but grew up in the northern side of Ireland, I am 24 and I work and own London's famous bar, "The rig" (this is completely made up) he says proudly. "I've been there quite a number of times whenever I'm on that side, really nice place you got" I said which makes him smile into a toothy grin. We continued chatting for what seems forever. He was a very straight forward man, always seeing the positive in most situations. "It's going to close just now, let me get you home" he says standing up.
"yes thank you"I replied. "are you feeling cold?" he asked as he revs the engine of his car. "a little bit" I said truthfully as I cuddled myself in the seat. He turned the heat up and turned to me. "so where do you live?" he asked scratching the back of his head. "Oh forgive me, my bad, you know where the old clock is from here? It's right round the corner, just take a left after continuing this straight road and you'd meet another right and drive a bit further till you meet Charles' town. It's the first house on the left side of that street" I said and he smiles.

"I knew where James lived, I just wanted to hear the words coming out of your beautiful mouth" he says which makes me blush but then after realization hits him he apologizes. "Although Soraya, I'd thought James moved from that mansion of his" He said. "no we've been living there for as long as I could remember" I said and he nods.
"Do you like it here in London? "I asked. " very much but I miss me home" he says. "so how long gave you been here in England?" I asked. "For about 10 years now, it's been quite a lot of years, i do come and go from Ireland to here" he says as I nodded.

We didn't take much time to arrive which sort of disappointed me, i wanted to spend more time with this lovely soul. It sounds a bit strange as he's almost married yeah but he's a great friend. "Yeah ye go" he says pulling up to the house. "Aren't you going to come in for some baked goodies?" I asked. "well if you insist" He says. "great" I said. The house was very warm. "give me your coat" I said which he gladly does. Placing it on the rack, I turned to see him staring at me. "come on my friend friend" I said as he followed my lead. "so I made cookies, custard pie, Bourbon chocolate cakes and-" I was suddenly cut off when I was pulled in by Michael and was jammed against the fridge. The breath was knocked out if my lungs and I tried to contain my lack of oxygen. "wh-what are you doing?" I asked quietly and shakily. "so beautiful" he says tracing the side of my face. "look at me darling" he whispers. "do you feel that?" he asked as he jammed me closer to him. "I've only met you within a span of 9 hours and you make me feel like this" he says as I felt the plummeting of his heart against mine. "I guess the feelings' mutal" he says and kissed my cheek.
"james this, this is wrong " I said looking into him eyes. "Stop me then" he says and places his lips on mine.