Curved Edges ✔

(18) Noah's Nose

♡ NOAH

I sip my coffee and can't believe what I'm reading. I expected a Bridget Jones-style letter. I didn't expect her to open up like that. And mostly about the parts of her character she sees as negative. I don't. They are all traits that make her strong and a fighter. Nothing wrong with that. It helps her know exactly what she wants and I wish all my clients were like that.

It is going to be fun though, training her. I chuckle when I read the lines again.

I'm stubborn, I do not listen and I know everything better. And if I pay you to do something you better give me my money's worth. Or I'll walk. Still feel like training me? I don't blame you if you want to stay clear of me.

I really am a handful in every way imaginable. I promise you we will butt heads and I will get mad at you. I want to become stronger physically, but I don't accept help. Good luck, mister personal trainer!

If that still hasn't scared you off, this is my number. If you message me, I will think you're a masochist or insane. Probably both. Just saying.

But for real, I would really like to give this a fair shot. Let's see if we can get it to work. Because I want you to help me stay just a little fat.

X Ama.

I run my finger over the X and her name. I wonder if she'll let me call her Ama. I hope so. Yeah, better focus on the training. And I know that I shouldn't just tell her to do stuff because I say so. Some people need that approach, but I'm positive it will make her angry. And not in a good way.

I think explaining the possible results of the exercise might be the way to go. Approach her in a business kind of way. That's the language she speaks well. Yeah, like I train the CEOs under my wing. They need facts and no bullshit. I think Ama is like them in a way.

While most women want me to praise them and be sweet to them. Even flirting keeps them motivated. Pretty sure that approach would get me killed if I did that with Ama. I chuckle and wonder if she will be into morning or evening training. She is definitely not a lunch-break-workout person. I think she might be into morning sessions.

I hope so. Like early morning. I would love to start my day with her. And I wonder what she'll be wearing. The bigger girls usually hide it all under a T-shirt and sweatpants. I hope she is not one of those girls. Or maybe I do. It might kill me if I saw her in tight clothes. I also wonder about the music she prefers for her workouts.

I daydream a little and then I hear my phone ring. I left it on the counter and get up to look at it. It's Conan. "Gooood morning detective!"

"Morning mister universe! Did you see her again?"

What the fuck? How does he even... Yeah, he's Conan. He always knows everything. I sigh and say: "Yes I did. And she wrote me a letter. Might have a shot at training her."

Conan stays silent for a long time and then says: "Try and get to know her, Noah. Before imagining yourself married to her with 6 kids and a dog." He laughs his ass off and I chuckle slightly. Did I mention I hate him? I already went there in my head, more than once.

I ask: "What are you up to this weekend?"

"Not much. Been on stakeout all week, I'm exhausted. I'll be on a date with my bed. Or the couch. Just have to make it through tonight first. I've been invited to a barbecue at the mayor's house. Turned that man down so many times that I have to go tonight. I need to stay on good terms with him."

"Good luck bro. He seems like a hard-ass. I have a date with my bathtub and Sophie Kinsella."

I can basically hear Conan shake his head. "That's a chick book writer, right? The shit you read Noah, you'll never be a real man if you keep doing that. Try a newspaper sometime."

We both laugh and Conan says: "What I was actually calling you for is to let you know that the guy who crashed your front yard is stable. Thought you wanted to know."

I've been worried about that man ever since I found my front yard ruined and Conan there waiting for me. The driver had a heart attack behind the wheel and that's why he ended up there. "Thanks Conan. I was worried about him."

We say goodbye and as I'm about to put my phone in my back pocket of my jeans, it rings again.

I pick up quickly when I see it's my other best friend. "X! Good morning. What's up?"

He asks: "Are you home right now?" I confirm that and he says: "I'm coming over." He hangs up and I stare at my phone. I wonder what that's about. He sounded stressed. Oh, I hope he didn't get a girl pregnant. Poor girl. I chuckle to myself and take the shoe off the table.

I stick my nose in it and smile. Yeah, I don't care who thinks it's weird, I'm alone in my own home. I can do whatever I want. I sound so confident, but I do hide the shoe in a cupboard. Because I don't want X to make fun of me about it.

It doesn't take X long to appear at my backdoor. I wave him in and that's when I know for sure. He got a girl pregnant. He looks scared as hell right now.

I make us both a cup of coffee and we sit down at the kitchen table. I look him over and want to shake him to make him speak. I feel sick to my stomach just looking at him.

He rubs his temples and then blurts out: "I kissed her. And more. I'm sorry."

He kissed who? Oh hell no. He did not just confess to... 

All I see is red.

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That was Noah's POV

Conan belongs to STDsam but I am really glad she lets me borrow this hunk of a man. ;)

Uh-oh Noah's mad....

Next one is Mona again.

Will probably not be up today...

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