Spoken {Sequel to Unspoken} ON HOLD

chapter ten

Natsu

I didn't see Lucy the day after that phone call. She spent the day shopping with her mum and then had dinner with her grandparents. We had spoken on the phone and texted, but it wasn't the same as seeing her. I was very quickly getting used to being around her all the time.

The following day was dragging like a bitch. Every time I looked at the clock, only a few minutes had ticked by. I used to love my job but right now it was just a pain in the arse. It wasn't like I could just take the day off either. I now had a house to pay for!

As soon as it turned one o'clock, I left the office and made my way to the diner, where Lucy had informed me we were meeting for lunch. Tomorrow, Jude's trial was starting. I was only working a half day so I could spend the rest of it with her, but I was running low on holiday.

I parked outside the diner, smiling like an idiot as I saw her already sitting at a table inside. I opened the car door but instead of getting out I sat for a moment, staring at her; enjoying seeing her, completely un-self-conscious, unaware I was looking. People walking past would probably think I was a stalker. Her long blonde hair fell down her back in big loose curls. She turned to the side and started talking to the waitress.

When it got to the point that my obsessiveness was even worrying me, I forced my eyes off her and got out of the car.

"You're early," I said and sat down.

She jumped, and spinned around to greet me.

"Sorry. I'll go away for a bit shall I?"

"So dramatic," she grinned and threw a menu at me.

"I already know what I'm having."

"Burger and chips," Lucy stated.

I smirked, "No, actually. I'm having the chicken salad."

Her eyebrows rose quickly, but she quickly recovered a poker face.

"You're going to have to go through with that now, or I'll know you're lying."

Damn!

"You could always admit I know you that well and have the burger," she sang, pretending to look at the menu.

"I'm having the salad." And stopping at McDonalds on the way back to work.

"Great, I'm having the burger."

"Of course you are," I said, resigned to being tormented.

Ten minutes later a plate of rabbit food was placed in front of me, while Oakley received a large cheeseburger and fries. Why did I always have to win? This wasn't even winning. I should have just admitted it, and I would be munching on a juicy cow sandwich right now.

Lucy popped a chip in her mouth and sighed, "Mmm."

I glared. Why did lettuce have to taste of nothing?

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

She nodded. "You have no idea how much. Don't forget your tomato."

"If you're not careful I'm going to throw it at you."

And then inevitable – she broached the event looming on the horizon.

"So you're coming over at one tomorrow?"

"Yep, unless I can get off any earlier," I reassured her.

Then just as abruptly, she shut down the topic: we ate lunch, and chatted about everything but the start of the trial tomorrow. If she wasn't going to talk about it, then I wouldn't bring it up. I didn't feel like I needed to start a conversation about it any more. If she wanted to talk, she would come to me.