20 & 40 Doesn't Match #11
Dear Diary - a score
Bass was still snoring away while I got ready for the day.
I wanted to pop by the cafe for the daily ritual. (With high hopes ofcourse)
I walked into the store. Nothing but freshly brewed coffee aroma slapping you wide awake.
Not busy at all, i walked up to the cashier.
"Good morning, how are you doing today?" friendliness cost nothing.
"Morning, doing alright, what can i get you?" the cashier asked.
"Just a mega capp with cream, please." My usual.
"Coming right up."
I nodded and turned to one of the empty tables.
Way too early, I pulled my laptop to check my e-mails and agendas for the day.
A few minutes past of answering e-mails, checking messages when the waiter brought my coffee.
"Good morning, here you go." She puts the coffee on the table and walked away.
Another few minutes have past when I hear an interruption of a voice breaking my focus.
When I looked up, there he was. Maddock, beautiful & manly as ever.
Mixed emotions came bubbling up, i got annoyed.
"Morning." I was glad to see that he was still alive. Irritated that I now was good enough to talk to, again.
"May I?" suggesting that he wanted to sit.
"No." i answered. Maddock got a confused look on his face.
"I know I haven't talked to you in while, if I knew you were in town, I would've arrange something."
It was clear to me that I was just another score.
I tried to handle my fuming... just didn't wanted to be suppressed.
"You haven't talked to me in weeks, after how many messages that I've sended you, that you read, now all of a sudden you 'would've arrange something'?"
I talked louder than I wanted too, to be honest. I was so confused and SO over the mind games.
"Would you just w-" I didn't give anytime for him to finish his sentence.
I packed my things and left.
Did I want him to follow me, stop me in my tracks, yes, yes I did. Atleast I then could get reassurance that I wanted to try. Put some meaning behind his now empty excuses... but nothing. Did I just meant that much to him, is that all that a woman is good for? A score.
I got back to the apartment, Bass was still in bed, watching tv.
"You should get ready, i want to leave tonight." I said. Still annoyed.
"Well, a good morning to you too!' He said with a smile.
"I'm not in the mood." I was really not.
"I wasn't asking you for sex honey. Why so moody? That time of the month?" he laughed and then it strikes me ... i'm late.