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Chapter 50: Resident Alien

SAWYERS POV:

I watch as Opal begrudgingly walks back to Mia. I smirk to myself when Opal stops and walks back, not having the guts to go through with the apology. I roll my eyes, knowing she probably won't do it, until the guilt eats at her. I watch as her head is down, focusing on her fingers, picking at them. She catches me staring, my eyes narrow in on her with a glare. I give her an encouraging nod, and I see her huff out annoyed.

"Sawyer." I hear someone from behind me greet.

"Joe." I go in for a handshake. Great, this old man is going to go on about fucking nonsense.

"How is everything coming alon...." He starts to say,

"Sorry to interrupt," I tell him, our hands still in mid handshake. I pat him on the back, "but, busy." I nod, curtly smiling.

"Right, son." The old man says, nodding his head in understanding. I quickly walk away, happy to be out of that shitty conversation.

I search the room for Opal, and see she's a few feet away from Mia. I take a sip of my drink, amused she still hasn't gone through with the apology.

I take off my suit jacket and fold up my sleeves, and from the corner of my eye I spot someone hiding behind a pillar. What the hell? I keep my gaze in that direction, and sure enough a head pops out from behind the pillar. I start heading that way, but I bump into someone.

"Can you apologize for me?"

I look down, Opal right in front of me, looking everywhere but at me, I glare at her.

"What?" I ask in disbelief.

"She's just, she seems, she's a little intimidating. She probably hates me." She says, her voice sad and quiet. She plays with her fingers, fidgeting. She's clearly embarrassed.

"It's just an apology. What's so hard about that?" I shrug, putting my hands in my pocket. She finally looks up at me, her eyebrows creased, her soft amber eyes glaring at me.

"If it's just an apology, you do it." She counters, pointing her small accusing finger at me. I clench my jaw, trying to hide the amusement in my eyes. I distract myself, and stop paying attention to her, gazing up at the hiding figure far behind her.

"Okay, yea, sure, whatever." I say, moving her out of the way. Fuck, where did she go?

"Wait," Opal asks, my back to her. I breath out annoyed. I run my hands through my knotted curls, waiting for her to continue.

"Where are you going?" She asks, confused. She looks behind me, but her untrained eye finds nothing.

"Nowhere." I huff out.

"Okay, then you can tell me all about your wife. This is exciting, after all this time. Although I started off on the wrong foot." She starts babbling, and her face starts tinging red all over again.

My wife? Oh right, my wife.

"Why do you want to know?" I question, crossing my arms over my chest. She doesn't answer right away, she starts fidgeting with her fingers and starts looking around the room. She's looking for Mia, she's about to insult her again.

"It's just, well, you don't seem like the loving type. And I want to know about the weird person who chose to love you." She says leaning forward, her voice hushed. My eyes search her face, she hasn't been sleeping, clear lines are visible, dark circles staring to form.

What dreams are you having?

I look for someone, anyone to introduce to Opal, but no one comes by us. I don't fucking have time for her to be pestering me, but she takes my silence as a go ahead.