If I wasn't acting

Love over work

Chapter four

Keep it professional. Yes, it's always been the best way. I nervously stand in my kitchen waiting. It's 11:20 already. They're probably running late or something. The knock on the door got my immediate attention.

"Come in," I call and switch the kettle on for the second time. I look at Third that enter the apartment with an odd look on his face. Something's missing. No, someone is. "Where's Don?"

"Well, funny story. Don doesn't want to sue anyone anymore," Third say and take a seat giving me a worried look. "Did you...quit or something?"

"No," I shake my head and take a seat in front of him. "I just...he asked me out for dinner. I declined, because I'm his lawyer, Third, so I'm not allowed to get emotionally involved with my clients."

"He asked you for dinner?" Third ask with a faint look and laugh shaking his head. I nod and take a deeo breath in.

"He has a girlfriend," I role my eyes look down at the table.

"That's not true and Don is divorced," Third say getting my attention back to him. I shake my head slowly. Why would he have said it then? "Meryl, to be honest, I didn't think he would ever move on and now I hear he asked you for dinner. Maybe that's why he dropped the case,  because he wants to have dinner with you."

"Right," I nod and pull my fingers through my hair. We both look at the door when there was a knock. An envelope move in from under the door. I watch Third stand up and pick it up. He open the door and close it again when he didn't see anyone.

"It's for you," he say and pass it to me. I take it and give a heavy sighed. Should I open it or just leave it like all the other letters I get. No, this is probably something different. "Open it."

I open the envelope and take a card out. It's not my birthday. I hold up my breath and open the card.

"What does it say?" Third ask. My curious little brother.

"Be ready by 7," I read and bite my lip. Here's a poem attached. Poems has always had a way of stealing my heart. "When the stars dance in sky, I will guide you and in love we shall fly. Let it be too early to feel something. But realistic just as anything. I can't wait to catch the moon and stars in your eyes. Just like the clouds gets caught by the skies."

"Is it from Don?" Third ask. I put it down and place my hands on my face. My heart is aching. This can't be true. "Meryl, what's wrong?"

"I can't do this," I whisper and sit up straight. "I just can't. He's great and so perfect... I can't... I don't want to get hurt again."

"Sometimes we have to risk it in order to know if it's the right thing. This can either go right or wrong," he put his hand on mine. "I know John's death is still heave on you, but you have to move on. Do it for me, Dane, mom and dad."

I take a deep breath in and nod. He give me a smile and stand up walking around to hug me. Any form of comfort is all I need now. I just hope this will all go well.

***
Maybe I should lie and say I'm sick. Yes, it can work. I scan my reflection. I'm wearing a black dress. It's tight at the top and loose from my hips to below my knees. This fasion crashes my soul. If he wants to have a date with me, he should know my hair will be everywhere. Gosh, I hope it's enough for him. I hope... I hope I'm enough for him.