Get Ready to Run

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

This week has felt like a never ending stream of déjà vu. I go to work, hope to see Aiden, not see him, go home and have short, awkward conversation with Tyler before I put Hailey to bed.

Things between me and him aren't great, but at least we're past the point of pretending neither one exists. So far its seemed like we've been going in circles. One day we're okay, then we have a fall out and then we're okay again. I'm not exactly sure where we stand, but I'm trying to ignore that question for now.

But now, as per usual, I was headed to work again. It had been exactly a week since I'd seen Aiden, and in all honesty I've given up on hoping he'd ever come back. I'm just hoping it was all one big coincidence and he had nothing to do with Alex.

As I walked into the Bistro, I noticed that as the closer it came to Christmas, the more of a rush we had.

Oh shit. I thought.

It's almost Christmas.

IT'S ALMOST CRISTMAS!

I completely spaced out. I mean I knew it was near but I had forgotten all about presents! I have zip, nothing, nada. Worst of all, I had no idea what to get Hailey, or Hayden, or Margret, or Tyler, well that is if I do get him anything. I want to, believe me, I'm just not sure if he'd want that or what to even get him for that matter. I knew the basics, sure, like video games and cars and your typical guy stuff, but since we drifted apart, I noticed I didn't really know much about him. I knew of his parents and parts of his childhood, but I didn't know the now.

The thing was, I wanted to know the now. What his favorite food is, music he listens to when he's alone, quirky habits, whatever irritates him, the one thing that can make him happy in an instant, I wanted to know it all.

But suddenly, Tyler was wiped away from all my thoughts when I spotted him.

He was seated in the same booth, reading a new book, looking as handsome as I last saw him.

He wore a grey, heathered baseball tee-shirt, dark denim jeans and black canvas sneakers, his dirty blonde hair combed perfectly in place. He would have made anyone take a second glance at him.

 There was something about him. He was young but he had the aura of a matured man, the jaw structure of a god, and sparkling blue eyes. They weren't the type of blue that made you stop and stare at first glance, no, they were the type of dark, but not to dark, blue eyes that held your whole body when you looked into them.

The first time I spoke to him, I was more irritated than anything and hardly noticed them, but now, seeing those eyes focused on the words on each page, skimming each line, I noticed how mesmerizing they were.

I fell so entranced by them that it took me a while to regain my composure and decided to walk over to him, rather than start my shift.

I walked over to the booth trying to simulate confidence when in reality, the nerves in the pit of my stomach were eating away at me.

I stopped right at the edge of the table and stood there. I didn't say a word, I just looked down at him. In all honesty, I didn't know what to say. My impulses took over and made my legs move toward him before I had the chance to think up something to utter to him once I arrived. But it was too late now to think of anything. I couldn't just say hi, I was a girl on a mission, needing to find out who he was, but his beauty was preventing me from being rude to him. Which was odd, I never had trouble being rude to people, rather pessimistic of me but, I enjoyed being rude to people, at least to those who deserved it.