Timothee.

chapter twelve. timothée.

Two words, Coffee Shop. Those words were the only thing running through my mind. Something was wrong with Adele and I had to get to her. Fuck the meeting. I shut off my laptop and grabbed the closest thing to a decent looking coat I could find on my way out. I screamed for the first taxi I saw and was on my way.

Adele
Are you fucking kidding?

Adele
Yeah... Of course. You
have nothing to say for yourself.

Adele
This is why you couldn't show
me your face?

What the hell was she talking about. "Hurry!" I yelled to the driver tying the scarf up and around my mouth securely. I tucked my phone carefully into my coat pocket, my heart beating about a thousand miles per minute. Time was going by so fast, the world was going so fast. My phone was vibrating so much, I knew I had calls coming from all over the place.

But how could she have found out. "That'll be 10.50."
"10.50? You drove 5 minutes?"
"10.50."
I huffed giving the man the cash, and stepped out of the taxi. There was a crowd of people trying to look into the cafe with cameras hanging around their necks. I shoved my way through them, pushing the door opened to see Adele talking to somebody behind the desk. She sounded frantic.
"Adele—" I tapped her shoulder. Quickly, she gasped and her eyes immediately narrowed. "You were lying to me this entire time about who you were."
"No- I can explain..."
"No you can't. Timothée what were you thinking? What fantasy did you have playing in your head? What made you think this was a good idea?"
"Adele let me talk-"
"No you've done enough fucking talking. You really have so if you'll excuse me I'll just be leaving."

Just like that, she was gone. Through the doors she left me speechless, feeling like a fool. She was right what was I thinking? I was thinking like a teenaged girl. Pretending I was somebody I wasn't. It would've never worked. Defeated, I untied my scarf. I slid myself onto a chair. I had to call her, if not to fix what I thought we had then maybe to figure out what she was so upset about. Maybe she needed help?
"Look, I don't know why you think you can just call me after—"
"Adele. Please... I'm sorry. After last night I can't just walk away from you... I cant just let you fucking slip away from me like that. I-I... If you're not going to give this a chance- hell if you're not even going to forgive me then please just tell me what happened this morning." My heart pounded against my chest hard. I let out such a loud breath it echoed throughout the entire restaurant. My eyebrow even had sweat on it.

"I don't forgive you... You're right. I don't think I ever will forgive you, because you lied..." There was a bit of silence, but she breathed. "But as much as I hate to ask, I need help."

*

"You can just sleep on the couch for now, if that's what you're comfortable with. Or you can even sleep on my bed I don't mind..."
"It's just so weird seeing the face of a liar."
"Okay."
I had to walk away from her. Ever since the cab ride back to my place my full name is Lying Asshole Jr. To be honest, the name hurt less than what she told me she was going through. I never would've known she had family problems going on and if I did things would've turned out much more differently.

I opened a bottle of wine to pour for myself in lieu of things, and quickly her feet padded over to me. "No wonder you have such expensive taste in wine... huh."
"Adele I understand that you're mad at me... but you can stop with the smart remarks." I popped open the bottle with the cork screw and poured us both a glass of wine. "I kind of feel like in a way... I don't even know who you are."