Can you see him? Over there, in the first floor apartment. Building number 510 - that one, beside the cafe. That's him. Malcolm Cormer, do you remember? We met two summers ago at some small-town diner, Freddy's I think. He tripped and spilled his drink all over my new skirt, then made it up to me by treating me to dinner. Not the most romantic of introductions, I'll admit, but I fell in love with him right then and there.
Yes, I know you want to meet him, but not right now. He's
probably sleeping. He'll be up soon, though. His work starts in an hour. He was
a night shift at the hospital. Yes, he's a doctor, and he's so smart. Graduated
top of his class, he told me. You wouldn't believe
I have a picture of him right here. See, he is cute,
isn't he? He has the most wonderful eyes. I look at them and I just melt.
Chocolate brown, almond shaped eyes. I never could tell eye shapes, but I
looked it up once. Wide-set, almond eyes. I swear I could go on for hours, just
about his eyes.
Engaged? Well, no, and I don't think he's planning on
popping the question any time soon. Well of course I'd say yes! If he asked me,
that is. It's complicated, you know? He works days, I work nights. We'd need to
sort things out before anything could happen.
There he is, see, he's just woken up! Wait, though, we
won't go in yet. I know you want to meet him, but we can't just barge in while
he's getting ready! I don't think he'd want visitors while he's changing, do
you? Look, let's just wait until he's got his clothes on.
There, he's coming back. That wasn't too bad, was it?
Yes, we can go meet him now. What's that? Nervous? Do I seem nervous? Well,
yeah, I guess I am a bit. It's just that he hasn't seen me in a while. You
know, I work days, he works nights...
Where did he go? He must be on his way out. Probably
heading out to work early, maybe for an emergency? We'll see him when he gets
down. It shouldn't take him too long.
See, there he is, and he's coming right over. I hope he
didn't catch us watching him - wouldn't that be embarrassing? Yeah, he does
look a bit angry, doesn't he? Don't worry, I'll deal with it. Malcolm! Over
here! Why are you yelling, aren't you happy to see me? No, I'm not going to go,
we have a date tonight, I called you three times about it! Please, slow down
and stop yelling, we just wanted to see you... Fine, Malcolm, we will leave,
but you can't keep putting this off!
Come with me, let's get out of here, ok? There's a park
not far from here where we can go sit. We can talk when we get there. I guess I
should explain.
See, our last date ended... badly, to say the least. We,
well, we had a fight and he said some things that he didn't mean, and he -
well, he tried to end things, ok? That was nearly eight months, three days, and
six hours ago. But I know he didn't mean it. I've been practically counting the
minutes until we get back together. See, it was all just a mistake. I'm waiting
for him to realize that it was a misunderstanding; he of all people should be
able to see that we were meant to be together. We're soul mates, and I can't
just let a silly argument get in the way of that, can I? I've barely let him
out of my sight since be broke up with me, and you know what? He hasn't been
with anyone since. I think that's a good sign, don't you?
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