Pretty much . I was exhausted . My body ached for some rest and my mind ached for some wine . I Pushed the keys into the lockhole
Sad thoughts ran through my mind . As I changed into My nightclothes , that was a lavender singlet and a pair of fancy shorts. Trust me these were the purest forms of joys in life . I put on some music And lay down on the couch with a glass of wine in my hand .
In response to the mood my eyelids became droopy and sleep was about to enshroud me , but apparently i was'nt allowed to do that .The phone rang and interrupted my me time .
" Hello ?"
" Hello , Dylan ?" A rather coarse voice spoke . it seemed a little familiar .
" Hi , UHm who is this ?" i asked curiously .
" It's Nathan , Do you have the brown package with you ? The one that i Gave you ?" His voice reflected nuances of worry. But which package ?
" uhm ,?? Which package ?"
" The one that I gave you today ?"
Oh My God . I had left that on the lounge table ..... Shit .
" Not exactly I left that at the salon "
" What ?!" He screamed through the speaker driving all my dizziness to another nation .
" I'm Really Sorry ." He took a minute to gauge his words after a sigh .
" Do you Know where is it now ? Can you get it for me if possible ? right now ?"He asked in a rather worrisome state.
I could . I do have the keys though . But ?
" Sure .Meet me at the salon itself ''
Driving down to the salon I thought of the little gesture . That was really cute of him . What could be in that package though probably A vinyl . Come to think of it , He actually is a really nice man except that I started To assume . I really need to get rid of that .
Overall , he was a total package . His Voice , appearance and also the little cuteness he carried around which i presume he won't like it if i confessed that . For he was a rather manly man .
I parked my little kia as I saw another long sedan being parked right opposite to the salon . Probably it was him .
I got down off the car to only find him in a grey v neck and black slacks . I walked upto the greatness greek god of an excuse , as he locked his car . Right now all of this contributed to developing feelings for him
"Hey !" he exclaimed while maintaining a calm composure on his face.
" So shall we go inside ?"
" Sure ."
I lead the way inside the salon . It was dark with the little light peeking inside through the windows . Although I could feel his presence right behind me .
I tried to find the switchboard while he slapped my butt .
note: slapped my goddamn butt .
" what the fu*k is wrong with you !" I turned back in rage .
However He was'nt there . Anyway I wasn't bothered. I walked ahead and found the switchboard
The lights flooded the place only for me to find him on the ground wincing in pain"Are you alright ?" I bent down to reach out to him .
"Do I look like I am ?"
"Stop throwing sass at me , let's find your file and get rid of each other . " I spat back in anger .
His face had turned sour . He was angry too perhaps .
" Fine . "
I lent him a hand to get up . But apparently he brushed it off .
Five minutes later we ended up in the lounge area sitting down on the ground while leaning on the wall in darkness . All our efforts led us to find out that there was no brown package perhaps the janitor had thrown it away . Also a great thick air of misunderstanding confirmed the certainty of its presence between us .
" So you threw the package away ?" He asked with pain and anguish lacing his voice .
I turned to his face to look into his eyes .
"I didn't . I just forgot the package out here . "
"Oh."
He didn't hold the gaze for long as soon as he heard my response and got back to staring into space . As he did so my eyes fell upon the scar that was visible due to the minimal lighting in the room
" What's that scar ?" I touched his collar to make sure .
He flinched as he hesitated and adjusted his collar .
" Its nothing . "" Are you sure ?"
"Yeah , can you stop with the interrogation ?"
He asked with annoyance clearly visible in his voice .
After 2 Hours of searching and spats we finally sat down and Leaned against the world as silence passed.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Salon
Non-FictionTurns out every story either ends in a happy ending or both of them end up dying . Somehow this isn't the case with Dylan and Nathan . Like a typical poles apart situation , Dylan and Nathan are forces which counteract each other yet desire each ot...