As she drove to her next client she felt the warm buzz inside her, she always felt good when she made a client feel good about themselves but something was different, of course she had a soft spot for Peter.
The next few hours she busied over her clients and tried to not think of Peter concentrating on her clients.
After shutting the door Peter decided that if he was going out he was having a shower and a shave and would have to find his nicest clothes, he knew that was going to be his biggest problem. What would he wear, he didn’t have any nice clothes he never went anywhere, ‘what you’re wearing now would be fine’
It would have to do, he had nothing else, of course he would wash them as soon as he got out of the shower.
As he waited for his clothes to dry in the dryer he decided that he would do some cleaning up, some dusting, and he tried to recall the last time he did, impossible trying to think when he did, he knew that he had to do something he was edgy, and he couldn’t sit still. He felt like a teenager going on a first date again. He smiled he liked Cindy, he liked her a lot but she was way out of his league, too young and way too pretty, he wondered what her boyfriend must think that she is going out with one of her clients.
A pity date, that’s what this was he thought to himself but even if it was he was going to enjoy it.
He looked at his watch for what must have been the thousandth time and it ticking by so slowly, it wasn’t quite seven and he agonised over whether she would turn up or not, he wouldn’t blame her if she did but he knew that she wasn’t the type of person to stand him up and after all, she asked him out. He looked at his watch again.
She was running late, she hated running late and she knew that if she was even a minute late Peter would begin to fret and quite possibly pike out, she really wanted him to begin enjoying life, what was the point of living if you didn’t enjoy it, most especially when you had the capacity to do so as Peter did, it was only his shame and embarrassment that held him back.
Pulling her car over she decided to call him ahead to let him know that she was running late.
“Hi Peter its Cindy”
She’s cancelling he thought and his heart felt like concrete, he tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice. “Hi”
She heard it even though he tried to hide it “I’m running a little late so I just thought I would let you know I’ll see you soon.”
“Oh you don’t….”
“I have to go Peter or I’ll be even later I’ll be there shortly.”
She hung up and stared at the phone he was going to pike out, she was glad she didn’t give him the chance. She turned off the hazard lights of her car and pulled back onto the road, she would be around ten minutes late she mused.
He put the phone back on the hook and wished that she would have given him the chance to cancel now she was on her way, he shouldn’t have accepted, people would stare he knew that, ‘what’s the pretty young girl doing with him?’
Deciding to pass the time he went to his computer and began playing some computer games, she didn’t say how late she was going to be, he looked at his watch again, five minutes, he decided to switch the computer off in case she arrived, it was only a matter of time now.
He looked through the curtains it was dark out, he was thankful that it was, that way he wouldn’t have children or neighbours jeering at him. He looked at his watch again, he was feeling sick and wondered why he was putting himself through it all, it was after all a cup of coffee in a café with his therapist, but it hung that they wouldn’t be client and therapist, that they would be two people, man and woman in a public setting.
He mopped his brow with his handkerchief that he kept in his pocket and hoped that for the rest of the evening it would be the last.
A glint of lights shone through the slits of the curtain where they didn’t draw together properly and he peered out of the window. Butterflies flew around in his chest and he smiled, it was her.
He left the kitchen light and the porch light on for his return and exited his small one bedroom unit that he called home, a far cry from his four bedroom two bathroom house that he had once called home, but it was a roof over his head and he was grateful for that at least.
She saw him come out of the house and gave a little wave, he got in the car and he thanked her for the evening out.
“It’s me who should be thanking you, I go to the café every Wednesday and I sit alone and I would much prefer to have company so, thank you.”
He gave her a puzzled look “But you are so pretty you could have anyone, why me?”
She gave a little laugh and blushed “Thank you Peter but I’m really not that pretty and it’s not that easy to find someone nice.” She put her hand on his “As for asking you, I like you, I feel comfortable around you and we have a lot in common, so why wouldn’t I.”
He almost said that it was because he was fat that she shouldn’t, but there was a look in her eye that held him back, so he sat and said nothing.
“Ok well let’s get going.” She put the car in reverse, reversing out the drive and drove to the café which was ten minutes away.
Next Chapter hopefully tomorrow.
Til then
Happy Reading
Valissa
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