He was surrounded by luggage. Clearly embarrassed he pushed the slightly feminine Louis Vuitton purse a little to the side. Letitia had gone to the bathroom, giving him time to think over this predicament. Seven months ago it had seemed practically impossible to say goodbye, but things were different now. On the way to the airport he had still looked forward to seeing her, but now that she was here.. All of a sudden he noticed how her breath smelled a little funny. And she talked so much, in an accent that was suddenly repugnant to him. It seemd that she packed everything she owned, how long did she expect to stay? “Did you cook?” She was back. He shook his head. ”I have sandwiches.” She started talking about food, or cooking, he couldn’t be sure. She tended to swerve off topic. His thoughts were somewhere else entirely anyway. How was he going to handle this? He didn’t know what to do with these feelings of disappointment and nostalgia. She flew halfway across the world, for hím. And he practically shuddered at the idea of sharing a bed with her tonight. He wished he could go back in time. A few days or weeks, maybe even a few years. He got up, gesturing to the bathroom. Maybe he just needed some time to readjust, get used to her again, he thought to himself. But deep down he knew better.
Categories: Geen categorie