The Coincidence

Chapter 11 - Speaking of the him

"Ah! Mr. Taylor! What a surprise!" Adam stood up to hand shake Tom. "Miss. Dylan" His lips brushing the back of my hands. After all the hand shaking and hellos. Adam invited us to his table and Tom couldn't say no. I remembered the ceiling vividly as that's how I spent most of the night looking, until the conversation started to go somewhere I am not comfortable with.

"So when is the wedding?!" Tom asked and the word just twisted my stomach as they left his mouth. Then Emma's hand came onto Adam's and suddenly I needed more wine. Well, it was not something that I couldn't do. After all the boring and unbearable dinners at my parent's, I could fake a smile and my best wishes. But could I really?

"We are thinking of next summer back in London, but not sure yet." Emma flashed a smile and now I need the whole bottle not just a glass. Thankfully, I was not driving back home. "How about you? You two are dating?" Emma asked and could that night get any worse?! Oh yeah. That was when Tom took my hand and looked into my eyes in a way that any girl in my place would be fantasizing wedding plans just like Emma. However, Adam seemed to have other plans for him.

"I am just lucky to be here with her tonight." Then he kissed my hand and that was when my mind started plotting an escaping plan instead of wedding ones, unlike Emma.

"Oh. Honey, aren't they gorgeous!" That was Emma's squeaky voice. I felt sorry for Adam's ears. Really. I gave a simple smile and excused myself to the bathroom. As I got up I could feel Tom's eyes on me as I was walking my way away from the table.

"Excuse me, is there any other exit other than the main one back there?" I asked the waitress standing by the bathroom door.
"Unfortunately no. Only the staff exit." She gave me an apologetic smile and left to the bar at the back. She was flipping a magazine with a familiar picture. Wait. That was our last collection. That was Manhattan Fashion Magazine. She was a fan of fashion, then. I fished my small bag to see if any of my cards are left in there, until I found one, and went back to the waitress. As I was walking towards here, a hand snatched the card from my hand. I looked up and Adam was standing there leaning onto the wall, with the card in his hand.

"Taking off already?" He asked, more of mocking than asking.
"What are you doing? Plus why do you think I am leaving anyway?" I asked as I checked back the table, the coast is clear, as I was walking towards him.
"The girl over there has recognized me and Emma as soon as we walked into the restaurant which shows that she is a big fan of fashion." He pointed at the waitress by the bar, and I looked at him for further explanation. He sighed. " We had engagement pictures all over fashion magazines." Now that makes sense. I looked back at the table when Adam sighed again and rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, they are talking about wedding dresses and suits. They will not even notice that we are not on the table."
"Great! Now you are making my date talk wedding-ly on our second date." I sighed again as I leaned back onto the wall next to him. He frowned.
"Second date?" He asked.
"Oh yeah! But honestly, the first one was way much fun and comfortable than that." I joked, but he wasn't, actually. "Oh, you are serious."
"You think? When was that?" He was way more serious now.
"Firstly, you don't get to be angry, because that first date was when I knew about Emma." Pointing back at the table. He still looks mad. I sighed. I tried to make it less awkward and joke but hopeless. I rest my case. "At my apartment. When you, Jessica and Martin stopped by." He was extra silent. "Now can I get my card?" As I got to snatch the card from his hands, he grabbed my hand and we were centimeters apart. Again.

"Adam, let me go." I was looking everywhere but his eyes, unlike him.
"Look at me." He said, but I didn't. "Look. At. Me." He was getting angrier, in fact, me too. So I shot my eyes up to meet his and I could see jealousy, anger, sadness, and passion all at ones. A weird mix of emotions that I haven't seen like before, or felt like. "If we are going to keep our word as we promised, we will have to learn how to hide our feelings. We can't feel anger and the urge to punch our dates every time we see them, or runaway. We have to know how to control our feelings. More when it's only us rather than around people."