This was not real. Im sure he met plenty of girls while he was in Boston 3 weeks ago. I needed to snap out of it. I mean, especially with the impression I made.. Im beyond positive he did not find me the least bit attractive. But then again.... No. Niccolete. Stop. Everything is not about you. This is too good. Which means it cannot be real.
I decided to go for a run to clear my head and calm myself down. I picked up running while I was in culinary school.. I mean, honestly, with all that food around me 24/7 it was enevitable that I would gain weight. And I was determinded to not let that happen.
After my run I realized just how exhausted I was. I took a quick shower to rinse off and all but crawled into my bedroom. The moment my head hit the pillow. Lights out.
I woke up the next morning to the sound of Kara singing. And by morning I do in fact mean 1130...She must be either cooking or cleaning. Jugding by the smell, Id say attempting to cook, and that never a good thing. I rolled out of bed, grabbed my robe & slippers, and headed out into the kitchen.
“Jesus Kar, what have I said about cooking?!”
“That its a very good thing I have you in my life..?”
“exactly.” I took a look around the kitchen and couldnt help but laugh. She meant well, she did. But it honestly was good that I was a chef and not her. She couldnt cook much more than ramen noodles, and boxed mac & cheese. I dumped the burnt pancakes into the trash and quickly cleaned up the kitchen.
“Now love, would you like me to make us some actually edible breakfast then?” She laughed and I got to cooking.
As we sat down at breakfast she brought up what I had been trying to push out of my head since last night.
“So, did you hear about Jay? Pretty crazy huh? I mean, it had to be someone he met at the airport.. They were only in Boston for a total of like 7 hours...Where else could he have seen anyone? But you know, I didnt really see him much, he disappeared really quickly when I was talking to Tom..” I let her keep talking, just nodding my head and occasionally grunting or responding with a “yeh. Maybe”
“Did you hear me Nic?”
“Huh?” Oops. I think she caught me.
“Where is your head this morning? Anyways, I said, have you heard that the boys are coming back to Boston!? They scheduled a surprise show at House Of Blues for next week!!”
“Wait. They did what?! When??” I almost spewed the food I was eating.
“They announced it this morning.. Next Thursday. 730. are you working?”
“Uhm. I have to double check. But Im almost positive I have Thursday off..”
I couldnt believe it. They were coming back! I would get my chance to see Jay again. And hopefully this time I wouldnt act like a bumbling idiot.
