The whole world had stopped turning once those words had come out of his mouth. Going back about 46 seconds, she replayed it in her mind. Then again in slow motion. Did she really hear what she thought she just heard? Then he repeated it and she had to go through the whole process again.
Okay, let’s travel back in time to the beginning of the day. Evey was randomly jumping around her apartment, on the third floor of her apartment building, when the phone rang. Singing along with Miami by Taking Back Sunday, the brunette walked over to where it lay on the wooden coffee table sitting in front of her fluorescent orange couch. Still dancing, she answered in a sing song voice, “Hello?”
“Hey, Evey.” A pause, like he was trying to figure something out. “Were you trying on your old Halloween costumes and dancing again?”
“Nooooooo. I’m too old for that.”
“Apparently you weren’t too old for it two weeks ago when I walked in on you dancing in that cat costume of yours.” Without even seeing him Evey knew that his signature smirk was in place. Just as a blush crept up her neck, she said, “Like I said, I’m too old for that now.” He just agreed, knowing he had already proven his point. “Anyways….do you want to have lunch with me today?”
“Is Laura going to be there?” Evey’s hazel eyes glared at the phone suspiciously. It didn’t matter that no one was actually, physically on the receiving end of it. “No, she’s not going to be there. Just you and me.” Evey immediately perked up. “Okay then. Where am I meeting you?” She heard a sigh emitted from the person on the end of the phone line, knowing he was about to ask the question that he did every time she subconsciously pointed out that she didn’t like his fiancé. “Evey, will you please tell me why you don’t like her? We’ve been avoiding this subject since I first asked Laura out.” The young woman acted like she hadn’t heard and just continued to ramble on.
“So, I was thinking maybe we could go to that new restaurant that just opened down the street. It seems like it would be a really nice place to eat. Everyone says the food is good. What do you think?”
On the other end, Tristan forced himself to smile and put up a cheery front. “Sure, that sounds good.”
“Meet at the usual time?” Evey knew that something was bothering him, but couldn’t bring herself to ask about it. It would just bring up unwanted arguments and things that she did not want to reveal. “Yeah, that sounds good.” That’s all the two said before they hung up.
Tristan sat down, trying to figure out a question that had been on his mind for quite some time now. For the life of him, Tristan couldn’t figure out why Evey didn’t like Laura. Everyone else had fallen in love with Laura the first moment that they met her. Why couldn’t Evey?
After hanging up, Evey sat down on her brightly colored sofa. Laura. As soon as that name popped into her head, jealousy took over. Laura this, Laura that. That’s all Tristan ever talked about. Well, now that she thought about it, they were engaged. But still. Tristan was her best friend. And unfortunately, she had fallen into the cliché category and fallen in love with her best friend. With that last thought, she laid back non too gracefully onto the couch, waiting a few minutes before going to get ready.
About an hour and 35 minutes later, Evey was ready to walk out her door and down to the restaurant. What she wasn’t ready for was the confrontation with Tristan. She knew he would try and bring up her dislike for Laura at least once, maybe more in the conversation. Yet she still walked out the door, only to find a certain someone leaning against the wall opposite her door. A smile quickly broke free of her pent up emotions at the sight of Tristan.
At 6’3, he was about average height, but a bit more than average build. He spent pretty much every waking moment that he was not at work at the gym. But somehow, he still managed to find time for her and for, well, she wasn’t going to take her thoughts there. His shaggy black hair fell right about his eyes, cut in a modern style. It was cut a little shorter on the sides, accentuating his more prominent jaw line. His eyes, charcoal in color, were easily emphasized by the gray t-shirt he wore. It was highlighted so much that Evey could barely make out the gold flecks scattered throughout them. Evelyn almost drooled at the sight of him, but caught herself when the smirk appeared on his face followed by a snide comment.
“Evey, how many times have I told you not to gawk at my body? I mean, you would have thought that after six years, you would have learned by now.” Easily concealing the blush making its way to her cheeks, she started walking down her hallway. “And after all these years, you should know that I have to gawk at.”
Tristan reeled back dramatically, placing a hand over his heart, exaggerating her comment. “Evey, my dear, you wound me.” She smiled. “Actually, Tristan, I wound your ego.”
“Fine then.” He repeated the whole charade over again, this time saying, “Evey, my dear, you wound my ego.” Evey just rolled her eyes, the laughter showing in them. “Okay Drama Queen, let’s go.” They had made it to the elevator that would take them down to the first floor. Once they had stepped in, Evey moved to one side and Tristan to the other. He looked over her, observing the now familiar features.
Standing a little more than a foot shorter than him, Evey was around 5’2. Her medium length brunette hair fell to about mid shoulder, straight at the roots before turning wavy and then starting to curl at the ends. Her natural blonde highlights, caused by the sun, were contrasted against her dark hair. He moved down to her eyes. Hazel. Her long eyelashes framed the green inside of the black outlining, followed by the burnt orange expanding from the pupil in a disoriented ring. Light freckles were randomly scattered along her cheeks, her lips a light pink color. She had a bit of an athletic build, but not one that showed she worked out as often as he did.
Evey had noticed the minute his eyes started to travel, observing her. A blush immediately decided to surface, but was gone almost as soon as it came, leaving her skin pale just as before. “Like what you see?”
Tristan’s head snapped up at her comment, a light blush covering his own cheeks. Evey was surprised. In all of the six years she had known him, she had never seen him blush. She hid the laughter that was bubbling up inside of her. He didn’t get a chance to answer as the door to the elevator opened and they were on their way again.
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