Chapter 7
Ryan watched Jen walk out of the restaurant, then sighed and picked up the piece of paper with Layla’s number on it, only to stare at it. He felt guilty for choosing her, even though he knew that she could never pass the test.
No one could ever pass if his heart yearned for Jen, which is why Layla was the last mortal he chooses. But for now he would have to try and woe her, and silently hope that she turns him down.
His thoughts were interrupted by the waiter, who was standing by Ryan’s table; “Excuse me sir, but the woman that accompanied you has taken one of our plates.”
“I apologize; she can be a little… eccentric.”
“Is she planning on returning it?”
“No, her plan includes me paying for it, so how much will it be?”
“Well it’s real porcelain, so $50.”
Ryan sighed and gave the man $50.
“The things we do for love.” The waiter said with the smile.
“Is it that obvious?”
“Yes, I could see the way you look at her from the kitchen.”
He smiled, feeling a little embarrassed; “I really have to work on making it seem less obvious.”
“Don’t, let her see how you feel.”
“Oh she knows.” He said bitterly.
“Ooh, let me guess, you’re in the friends zone.”
“No, it’s a bit more complicated than that.”
“Well, I hope it works out for you, man.”
“Thank you.”
“Should I bring you your bill?”
“Yes please.’’ He said less enthusiastically.
“I’ll be right back.”
“Please take your time.” He whispered, unwilling to call Layla, but to his demise the waiter’s performance was top quality, so the mortal arrived at his table with the bill in no time.
Ryan sat on the peer, just staring at Layla’s number again, but he just couldn’t bring himself to dial it. How could he lead her on if what he felt for her was nothing compared to what he felt for Jen?
No one had ever made feel like her felt for Jen and nothing could compare to the way he got lost in her eyes, how he could stare at her for hours and not grow tired, how when he’s with her nothing else seems to matter, or how she makes his heart race every time she close to him.
He thought back on the night they share together, even though he was fairly intoxicated on Faery Liquor he could remember how it felt having her lips pressed against his and the feeling of her soft skin and her gentle touch.
He refused to believe that, that night was a mistake, isn’t it so that the truth comes out when you are intoxicated? Why should there be any doubt that what they did that night was what they wanted to do more than anything?
No, there could be no doubt that Jen felt the same way, even if she doesn’t want to admit it to anyone, even herself.
Though he knew that if Jen thought that she was distracting him from Layla, she would leave and he did want that, so he had to do his best in winning Layla over until Jen is ready to admit how she feels.
Finally he got the courage to dial the number and wait for her to answer.
“Hello?” He heard her say from the other side of the line.
“Hello Layla, it’s me, Ryan.”
“Oh, hey.” He could hear in her voice that she was smiling, “I didn’t know that you had my number.”
“Yeah, Jen gave it to me.”
“Oh ok, so is there something I can help you with?”
“Um… I just wanted to know if you’re free tonight.”
“I think so, why, did you want to um… go do something.”
“Yeah, I was thinking that we could go to a movie or something.”
“That sounds great, what time?”
“How about eight?”
“Sure that could work.”
“Ok, see you then.”
“Can’t wait.”
As the conversation ended Ryan felt lower than bacteria.
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