Blooming Emotions

~Τρία

I awoke to my phone buzzing. I brought it out and saw it was my manager. I was an hour late to work! I quickly answered it.

"Where are you?" she screamed.

Thinking fast, I replied in a raspy voice. "Sorry, Blodwen. I've been throwing up the whole night. I passed out a few hours back and woke up now."

"Oh." The anger vanished from her voice. "I'm sorry to hear that, darlin'. I hope ye feel better. Do ye think you'll be here tomorrow?"

"I don't know yet. I'll keep you updated."

"Okay, darlin'. Get lots of rest."

"I will."

As I ended the call, I realized I no longer lay on the couch with Aidon. Under me was an incredibly soft bed, and Aidon covered me with some silky blankets. Keeping up with the black and white theme, Aidon had a cream-colored duvet with a coal-black bedframe and headboard. The hardwood matched the rest of the house, and Aidon had a small vase of asphodels on a nightstand. On the spot where your feet touched the ground, an ivory faux fur rug laid.

Across from the bed, a door stood, and another one sat to my right. Next to the first door was a white bureau with a sleek, black tv over it. I knew the second door led to the balcony because the windows told me I stood on the second floor, so I assume the first door is a bathroom. And I knew the door to my left is the door you enter through. I loved the layout of Aidon's rooms and the pieces of furniture he used. Whomever his interior designer is—they're a genius.

The door opened, and I broke away from my thoughts. Aidon stepped over the threshold. "Hello," I greeted. "I'm sorry for falling asleep. I didn't mean to."

He smiled. "I do not mind. Would not mind if you did it again, either." He winked and lifted a plate. Pink rushed to my cheeks at his gesture. "I made lunch."

I spotted a type of lettuce wrap perched on the plate. "What did you make?"

"It is a chickpea sandwich—mashed chickpeas, celery, onions, mayonnaise, and a little bit of lemon and dill. I put it into a lettuce wrap."

"Thank you," I said, taking the plate. Aidon joined me on the bed.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm okay—mostly shocked still. My mother's never done anything like that before. It's probably my fault, though—I did aggravate her, after all."

He frowned. "Do not think like that. It is entirely your mother's prerogative."

I shrugged and steered the conversation away from my family. "Thank you for the necklace; it's gorgeous. That's what I came here to tell you before my mother sidetracked me—that I love it."

He smiled, and his eyes flitted down to the pink stone. "I am glad you are partial to it."

"You didn't have to get it for me, though."

"Oh, but I did. I would not be able to stand it if I did not purchase it for you. The guilt would destroy me."

I grinned at his joke. "Oh. Well, we can't have that."

"Precisely." He returned the smile. "I have a question. Would you be keen on having dinner with me this evening?"

I blinked in surprise. "Oh, um. Yeah, that'd be nice."

"Wonderful."

Aidon then asked if I wanted to leave, and I declined for two reasons: I honestly didn't want to part with him, and I didn't wish to take the chance to see my mother just yet. It's my fault that I made her mad, and I still felt guilty about it. For the next few hours, Aidon and I watched movies in his room—it turns out that he loves the classics like me.