Seating

Victor

His desk was covered with papers from all his classes, from art to history, even some math was piled high on the old antique. Yet the only thing he could stare at was his cell phone. His previous conversation had him captivated. Klair had asked to phone him. On her personal time. Like she wanted to talk to him. On her personal time.

These thoughts made no sense to him so he kept repeating them over and over again in his head, hoping that they would fall into place and seem clearer all of a sudden. So far he was still staring at his phone.

She had said no to supper yet she wanted to talk to him. Did she not like the food there? But then why work there? But if you work there you don't necessarily have to eat there. Do you? Round and round his thoughts went. The one that stuck the most was that she would call him. At some point. His phone would ring.

He wondered what they would talk about if he wasn't reserving a table. Sure they had talked about history a bit and homework. But nothing that lasted longer that 15 minutes. Could they even hold a conversation? Or would they be too different?

One thing was for sure, he was excited to hear her voice. To talk to her without having his own personal business the topic of every conversion. He didn't mind that she knew his father didn't make time for him. He just minded that his father seemed to be the only thing they talked about.

After hanging up he had stared at him phone before heading to class, now sitting at home pretending to study while he waited for her to call was nerve racking. He liked her enough to invite her to eat with him, but she probably wouldn't be all that impressed by eating where she worked. In fact if he had thought about it more he would have suggested somewhere else.

After trying for the third time to read a paragraph in his textbook Victor shut the book and grabbed his phone. He wasn't going anywhere without it now. He headed downstairs to see if there was anything in the kitchen.

"Victor." His mother voice cut through the silence and he saw her leaning against the counter eating from a bowl of fresh berries.

"Mother." He said and took a handful of raspberries for her bowl.

"So who's the girl?" His mother asked and he sighed.

"No girl."

"The look on your face, only girls put that look on a boy's face. Pure confusion with a pinch of excitement." The look on her face was wistful as she popped another berry in her mouth.

"Well confusion isn't the wrong word." He muttered, "She says no to supper but agrees to phone me later."

"Maybe you weren't clear about why you wanted to go for supper." His mother said and smiled.

"Maybe. I guess I'll just have to try again." Victor sighed.

"Try something else. Something new. Girls like that." His mother said.

Victor smiled and tapped his mothers hand, communicating his thanks before he headed back upstairs, glad she had still been awake to cheer him up.