Sway

Our Promise

After breakfast, Charlotte had to get back to work. She told me that whenever she's not waiting tables at Sarabeth's, she's driving for Uber.

I was a little sad, but we exchanged numbers and I even invited her to Phineous's art show.

As I watched her walk away, I realized that the show was probably about to start! Just as I expected, it was 4:34PM.

I quickly opened the Uber app and realized that it would probably just be easier to hail a cab. Unfortunately, I sucked at doing that. But if I wanted to be on time for one of Phineous's showings, I needed to do it.

As I slowly approached the edge of the sidewalk, I timidly waved my hand out in front of the traffic. I'm almost certain that the passerby's were laughing at me, and the cab drivers were ignoring me. About a minute or two elapsed and just as I was about to step back and open Uber, someone stepped into the traffic and practically demanded a cab to stop.

The woman turned to look at me after opening the cab door, "For you." She spoke the words as I realized who it was, Allison. She was the grey eyed woman who mentored Benny and worked at JDRecords.

I swallowed debating on whether or not I should hop into the cab, it almost felt like I'd owe her something if I did. She must've sensed my hesitation because she spoke again, "I can make them stop for you, but I can't make them wait."

Considering time was running short, I walked up to her and gave a weak smile, "Thanks, I'm shit at hailing cabs."

"No worries, do you think you'll ever give me a call?" I dipped into the seat and looked up at her for a moment as she held the door with her hand.

"I, honestly don't know. I don't even live in New York."

"Trust me, that's obvious," there was a humorous smirk on her face, "but if you give me a call, I'm sure we can work something out Talia."

God this woman was persistent, "Okay, fine. I'll call you tomorrow."

She seemed satisfied so she released her grip on the door, but not before reaching in her pocket and sliding the cab driver a twenty dollar bill.

"I, Uh, you didn't have to do that..." I stumbled over my words.

"Call me tomorrow Talia, please."

And with that, she walked away leaving me and a very happy cab driver. He peeped at me in his mirror and I gave him the address to the art showing.

As I sat back, I couldn't help but think about Allison and how persistent she was. She'd pretty much just bought a conversation with me. Now I was conflicted, I could obviously be a shitty person and never call her. But, that wasn't me. I told her I'd call, now I was going to.

Of course Phineous would be ecstatic. Now he didn't have to try and woo me into having a conversation with her, which I know he was planing on doing. On top of that, I'd also have to tell him about Charlotte. He was going to go insane. I mean, even I was going insane. What are the odds that I run into two familiar people both in the same day, in the middle of New York? Fate. I guess.

Whatever it was, I didn't have anymore time to think about it. The cab pulled up to the entrance of the Pierre Art Gallery and I exited.

I couldn't believe the crowd that was forming outside, my best friend was becoming a recognized artist. I felt myself smile as I paid for a ticket and waited in line with the rest of the civilians. Just then, my phone chimed and I felt myself praying that it would be a message from Charlotte. It wasn't though, it was from Phineous.

'Where in the bloody hell are you Tal?'
-4:58PM