Two Lives, One Friendship, No Regrets - vii
They are two friends. Nothing more, really. His friend deserved undivided attention. **I realized that last chapter was so inconsistent and yes short (hehe), I didn't get the chance to re-work it! )= Hope this salvages it! *crosses fingers* Thanks for reading & for the comment(s) (=**
"Come on, tell me what's going on," he pleaded with her.
They stood on opposite ends of his kitchen. She wouldn't look him in the eye and that disturbed him.
So it had to do with Ryan, big deal. What could have possibly gone wrong? He asked himself.
Phoenix had to occupy Fresca with a task. She wasn't helping anyone with her prying questions. He could feel Georgia tense from across the room when she began her tactless line of questioning. When he noticed she was getting monosyllabic responses from Georgia, he cut in and asked Fresca if she could go grab the reunion photos from his studio in the basement.
Once she left the room, he worked his way behind Georgia and placed his hands on her shoulder, willing her to turn around and tell him what was wrong. But she didn't budge.
"So... this is your home cooked dinner? " She attempted a jibe.
He knew she was just trying to move the attention away from herself.
"I didn't say I would make it did I?" He smiled.
She shrugged, her back still facing him.
"Don't tell me you think instant mac & cheese is better than this?" He asked gesturing to Fresca's homemade dinner of roast beef, mashed potatoes and gravy. It was definitely a hearty home cooked meal.
"I can cook a meal like this too," she quietly retorted. For some reason she felt the need to defend her kitchen skills.
"I know. I'm just kidding. Who else makes the best lasagna?"
Watching her look out the window, he could see her cheeks slightly rise which meant she was smiling. But it faded just as quickly as it appeared.
He was caught off guard when she finally turned around and exposed her reddened eyes that held back tears.
Unsure of what to do, he embraced her with his arms offering what comfort they could give. She held on for dear life but not long after her body went limp in his arms and she broke free.
He tried searching her face for answers but she wouldn't lift her eyes from his chest.
Her voice was barely a whisper when she said, "I should go."
Without a backward glance, she was out the door. He caught the tears falling down her face as he watched her from the window as she walked to her car and zoomed down the street.
What Ryan must have done to her wasn't the main thing here; at this moment. Georgia was. What should he do?
Just as he made the move to go after her, Fresca came in with the photos.
This evening was all wrong, he thought. Georgia needed him to be there for her but with Fresca here too, his attention was divided.
They stood on opposite ends of his kitchen. She wouldn't look him in the eye and that disturbed him.
So it had to do with Ryan, big deal. What could have possibly gone wrong? He asked himself.
Phoenix had to occupy Fresca with a task. She wasn't helping anyone with her prying questions. He could feel Georgia tense from across the room when she began her tactless line of questioning. When he noticed she was getting monosyllabic responses from Georgia, he cut in and asked Fresca if she could go grab the reunion photos from his studio in the basement.
Once she left the room, he worked his way behind Georgia and placed his hands on her shoulder, willing her to turn around and tell him what was wrong. But she didn't budge.
"So... this is your home cooked dinner? " She attempted a jibe.
He knew she was just trying to move the attention away from herself.
"I didn't say I would make it did I?" He smiled.
She shrugged, her back still facing him.
"Don't tell me you think instant mac & cheese is better than this?" He asked gesturing to Fresca's homemade dinner of roast beef, mashed potatoes and gravy. It was definitely a hearty home cooked meal.
"I can cook a meal like this too," she quietly retorted. For some reason she felt the need to defend her kitchen skills.
"I know. I'm just kidding. Who else makes the best lasagna?"
Watching her look out the window, he could see her cheeks slightly rise which meant she was smiling. But it faded just as quickly as it appeared.
He was caught off guard when she finally turned around and exposed her reddened eyes that held back tears.
Unsure of what to do, he embraced her with his arms offering what comfort they could give. She held on for dear life but not long after her body went limp in his arms and she broke free.
He tried searching her face for answers but she wouldn't lift her eyes from his chest.
Her voice was barely a whisper when she said, "I should go."
Without a backward glance, she was out the door. He caught the tears falling down her face as he watched her from the window as she walked to her car and zoomed down the street.
What Ryan must have done to her wasn't the main thing here; at this moment. Georgia was. What should he do?
Just as he made the move to go after her, Fresca came in with the photos.
This evening was all wrong, he thought. Georgia needed him to be there for her but with Fresca here too, his attention was divided.
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