Where The Wind Blows

Chapter 18.

It was Friday, the day for the supposed 'hangout'. Spence was in high hopes and I was certain I wasn't coming, too bad. He slipped a paper beneath my door this morning that contained the name of the place and the time, the venue was some restaurant that I heard served really good food but I had never been to before, not like I go anywhere, really. The paper read

Good morning Reina and your burns? I do hope they are healing up quickly. I suppose you haven't forgotten about today? If you have, well here's a beautiful reminder. Golden City Restaurant, 9 pm sharp. I'll be at your doorstep no sooner or later than that. Don't fail me, I made reservations.

Spence.

I sighed after reading it, the least he could have done was ask how my night was?. He was wasting his time, I'm not about to go anywhere with someone like him. I hate the way he looks at me, he hates me, I'm sure and I needed to find out why. But even more than hatred, I hated the lust and desire I see in his eyes. Or better still, I hated myself for wanting him to want me. This isn't some Jason Derulo's music lyrics. This is reality, my reality where nothing has gone right for me in the last five years.

Hailey wasn't still talking to me, nothing I did or said was good enough anymore. All I got were one word replies and for someone like Hailey that was really bad. The only one who got one word replies that I knew about was Stacy and I didn't want to become Stacy number two. Only now did I realize I actually considered Hailey a friend and I wanted her to talk to me, scrap that, I needed her to talk to me. A week ago and I'll be begging the universe or whatever could help me in my head to stop her from talking to me in particular but now I longed for it. I wanted her to tell me the dumbest joke and laugh at it, then laugh at me for not getting it and call me a killjoy. I just wanted her to say something to me, a full sentence wouldn't hurt right? Would it? I knew I fucked up, I knew I hurt her, I knew she couldn't understand me because truly, one can't understand what they know nothing about. Elisa leaving me, she automatically became my second Elisa without either of us knowing or noticing it. Only a less informed version of Elisabeth.

I watched her as I attended and served breakfast to every other customer I needed to. For some reason, the restaurant was extra packed and I had no idea why. I was currently holding the urge to punch the Russian man with green eyes and over gelled brown hair who hasn't stopped flirting with me the second I walked up to him and asked what he would like. He was a pain in the ass, a real pain. He asked for like the hundredth time what happened to my arms and my chest, about the burns which was already healing up real quick, thanks to the  cream Spence gave me.

"It's just a small burn sir, hot liquid poured on me and as you can see it's healing up nicely." I said giving the fake-st smile. I wished he would just leave me alone already. He grabbed my left hand and accessed it like he was some doctor and I could bet my last penny that he wasn't.

Okay, I couldn't but okay.

"And remind me again what you said you did to the man that did this to you? What was his punishment?" He said his voice deep, and heavily accented. I sighed heavily and withdrew my hand and wondered why they were no customers entering at this time so I could quickly run from this man without appearing rude or impolite.

"Nothing, I told you we did nothing sir,"

"Alessio, that's my name. You can drop the whole sir thing."

Right about the second he cut me off and begin to speak, I saw Hailey walk towards the door that clearly read in bold capital letters BACK ROOM (FOR STAFFS ONLY). I made a decision that very second that she would talk to me today, she just had to. The whole idea of not being rude or impolite flew out the window as I said,

"Um, excuse me sir," I started emphasizing on the 'sir' to prove my point. "I'm sorry but I'll have to cut this conversation short, actually I'll like to end it right now. It doesn't matter how I got the burns or who gave them to me or who is to blame or what was done to him. What matters is that it's healing up nicely sir, even though that's no business of yours, is it?"