Hung (Under Revision)

12: Want Her So Bad

Liam

I hang my car back, not wanting to be seen. Yet.

Skye parks her car and gets something out of her trunk. It looks like a painting, which makes sense, I assume she's dropping it off at the gallery.

While I wait for her to go inside, I send a note to my assistant telling her to check with the gallery to see if they have any more pieces available to buy yet.

When Skye vanishes inside the gallery, I pull my car past hers and find a spot a little ways down.

From here I have a clear view of the gallery. I wait in it, watching for Skye to come out. The plan is to intercept her on her way back to her car and convince her not to return to Kelso's.

She's been inside for what seems like too long. For all I know, the gallery owner lives upstairs and she's having dinner with him.

Relaxing back in my seat, I occupy myself by sending work emails while at the same time keeping an eye out for her to return.

I worked from my home office today, which I do as often as I can, so I'm wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, instead of the suit she thinks changes me.

Twenty minutes later, she comes out of the gallery, balancing a pile of items and struggling even more than when she went in.

I hop out of my car into the noise of the passing cars, and rush to her.

"Skye, let me help you." Her arms are overloaded with supplies and I start taking them off of her.

"Hey, fancy seeing you here," she says.

"I was just picking something up and saw you come out of the store."

"Sure you weren't stalking me?"

My eyes widen briefly but when I look at her, she's smiling. I breathe a sigh of relief to see she's only joking around.

"Maybe I should, then I'd be here to help whenever you get into trouble."

"Oh? Do I get into trouble often?" The packages redistributed, we walk towards her car.

"I don't know, do you?"

"Not until I met you."

"Oh, it's all my fault, is it?"

"Guess it is."

"Must be because of all my money." Skye stops walking but I keep going.

"I, about earlier, I didn't..."

"Didn't know who I was and would've kept your beliefs secret from me if you'd known?"

"No," she says, hurrying to catch up to me.

We reach her car and she opens her trunk. She loads her items into it, lining them up neatly.

"Is this car roadworthy?"

Skye stops what she's doing and looks at me. "Excuse me. It's the best car I can afford."

"I know, I know, some people can't afford a Maserati."

"You drive a Maserati?"

"Primarily. Out of all my cars, I think it sounds the best."

"You pick your car based on how it sounds? You're a real piece of work, you know?"

"I can't help it, my money makes me a prick. What am I to do?"

She sighs as she takes the last package from me. "Your money doesn't make you a prick. I'm sorry I said that before."