Colors of Paris ◇ Elijah Stevenson

Chapter Eighteen

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Chapter Eighteen....

If there are a few things I have learned in the past two or so days about life it is...one...sometimes you have to be at the wrong place during the wrong time for a reason. Two...to be living in fear of something you have done is useless if the fear of what is to come is not under your control at all. And three I know without a doubt what Elijah Stevenson has gotten us into is something more dangerous than I originally thought.

That maybe he himself originally thought as well.

When we get to a safe place he tries to bit look at me as much as he can. We are sitting at a booth in a cafe. The waitress doesn't come to us until I almost get the courage to say a word. Any word. Even if it is a mutter of an 'are you okay?'.

The waitress comes right before I get that courage so we look at her at the same time. She shifts get glance from me to Elijah then back to me. She chuckles as she clicks her pen, "well I know you kids have been through hell of a night. What can I get you?"

Elijah shakes his head, "I'm alright ma'am."

I look at him and he finally does back. I nod, "Yeah me too. Water should be the best," I see Elijah stare out if the window for a moment, "for the both of us."

The waitress purses her lips and puts her pen away. She seems suspicious about us somehow but then when I think she is onto us she replies, "you got it. I'll be right back with the freshest."

I lean back and sigh, "so," I start at first.

"So," he says back and at first the tone he does it drives me insane but then I roll my eyes.

"So my first question is why was he calling you Fred," I lean to him across the booth with my hands together on the table.

Elijah keeps his glare on the table. He might be looking at my hands. The details of my thumbs pressed against one another. He might be thinking of what he has done and what could happen. What happened when he knew he was into deep. What happened when  he was kidnapped or taken. When he saw me for the first time in the warehouse. The condition I was in and the condition he was in.

Maybe he is thinking about what it was like before this. What we were like before this. What we could have been like if this never happened. Would we have gotten closer like what we are now? Would we have done anything in that car if no one called him? Would he have allowed me to please him even though he knows I haven't done anything like that?

Would his mind gothere because he is a guy?

Guys think with their other head for the most part, I remember LeAnn saying that as a joke.

What if somewhere deep down Elijah is thinking of his friends and what he had to go through just because of his family business. Maybe somewhere deep down he regrets everything and he wants me just as much as I want him. Though he knows because of the circumstances it will hard to connect.

Because I am a woman and I myself have thought of that. What would have happened even if weren't interuppted in that hotel.

All of these things could maybe be going through his mind....

Maybe.

He clears his throat to start off with and I lean forward more, "when you do things and go to people.."

He stops as the waitress brings us our water.  We thank her individually and she goes to her next table.

"When you do things and go to people.." he repeats and he finally looks at me fully. His eyes are that glossy color again like it was the other night. "You must disguise yourself.  That way if you get fucked over or if you are the one that fucks over the person, they don't know the real you."