The Blindside of Love (Camren) Altern Versión

Chapter Six

"So, are you going to call?" Lauren wondered, from her place on the couch.

After a fruitful day of sightseeing, the two of them had returned to the penthouse exhausted from all the walking. Although Adrian had insisted several times that they take a taxi, Lauren felt that such an action would belittle the experience. Besides, it wasn't often that she got to walk outside without instantly being recognized.

After a nice long bath, and a change of clothes, Lauren had retired to the couch, where she now sat with her laptop open on her outstretched legs. She glanced over at Adrian who was busy with his own laptop, typing away at something.

They were sharing the couch, but Lauren claimed most of it, forcing Adrian to use the coffee table to rest his legs.

"Hello," she called. "Are you going to call her?"

"Call who?" he asked, not pausing in his typing. Blue eyes narrowed deep in concentration at whatever it was he was writing.

"The girl."

"What girl?"

Lauren nudged him with her foot, in the hopes that a little physical contact would drag him out of whatever world he now resided in.

"Huh?" Adrian asked, finally looking up.

"Are you going to call that girl whose number you got today?" she asked, spelling it all out for him in order to avoid any more blank stares.

Adrian waved the comment away with his hand and returned to writing.

"I think I'll move here with you," he informed her. "New York inspires me. I just started a new screenplay."

"What about the screenplay you started last week?" Lauren asked.

"It will have to wait," Adrian replied. "I'm on fire with this one."

Lauren watched him for a moment, listening to the soothing sound of his fingers on the keypad. When she grew certain that her best friend wasn't going to pay her anymore mind, she returned to the matter at hand.

She currently had three different conversations going with three different people whom she didn't know.

The important part however, was that they didn't know her. The one girl from Canada thought that Lauren was a forty-year-old man from Peru.

The guy from Maine, though she was a stripper and was offering to pay for her to fly in for a personal show.

And the girl from Texas was under the impression that Lauren was a farmer in Alabama.

The internet was so much fun.

"Hey, how much was that drawing?" Lauren asked.

"Like ten dollars," Adrian replied.

Lauren looked up. "That's it?"

"What do you mean 'that's it'? Those were my last ten bucks," he complained. "We're not all millionaires, you know."

Lauren dug into her pocket and withdrew a ten dollar bill.

"I thought it would be more expensive," she replied. "You know I don't carry much cash around."

Adrian accepted the money. "Where's my tip?"

Lauren considered. "Alright. Here's a tip. Get off your lazy butt and call that girl."

"And why?"

"Oh, I don't know," Lauren answered.

"Maybe because she's probably expecting you to? Has it occurred to you that if she gave you her phone number it's because she wants you to call her?"