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Suggested Song to listen to while reading: Shy That Way by Tristan Prettyman ft Jason Mraz

400 mugs, 300 platters, 100 bowels, 299 spoons, 400… Wait, 299 spoons? Agh! Looking at my watch. 7:56pm. Great! I'm gonna be late, and the Ice Queen, as I so lovingly call her, will be pitching a fit. I can feel it. Agh! Where is that spoon? I stir my tea. Oh! The Tea! I have the spoon! Sometimes, I swear if my BlackBerry didn't alarm me, I'd lose my head. Yeah, I'm a tech junkie. I need my BlackBerry to survive. I had a Palm once, and it shut down on me from the 'intense' pressure I put on it. It was just my schedule everyday from the time I wake up to the time I go to sleep.

Ok, so I used to be a bit of a control freak, and would schedule everything I did in a day. It was pretty bad. I had to use the bathroom once because I stupidly had one of the 44oz. 7-ll slurpies. I was PMSing sue me, and it was the only thing within a 2 mile radius. Anyway, I had to pee so badly, but I had another 15 mins before I could go. I think me almost wetting my pants was a sign I had went too far. Luckily, I cut it down to simple tasks with just the coffee shop and writing time. Great, it's 8:30. I hope she takes it easy on me. I mean the expressions her eyes tell don't do me much justice. Ok, locking up. Hmm, I wonder if she likes hot chocolate? I'll bring her a cup.

I walk up to the side door and knock. I get no reply, so I grab the spare key Puck leaves me when he goes out of town and I "gallery sit." It's more like me wanting to stay because it's like the Four Seasons in the loft he has there. It's dark and I see a light coming from upstairs. I contemplate whether I should go up there or not, but then I decide to because it's probably Puck with some last minute work. As I walk up to the room I see her. She's painting a child. Funny, it kind of looks like her, only younger. Maybe, it's her sister, or her when she was little. I'm just about to say something when her phone rings.

R: "Rachel Berry… oh, hi Finn… No, I've just settled in… Can we talk about this tomorrow? I really don't want to have this conversation now… I know what I said and maybe we can grab dinner… of course… yes, I believe you, and I love you too. That will never change… ok… talk to you tomorrow… thanks, you too… Goodnight."

She sighs and starts to paint again, but she isn't as focused as she was. She gets up and that's when she notices me. I forgot she didn't know I was here. Crap! She looks shocked, and a little annoyed. Her eyes are screaming, if possible. I'm a little scared.

S: "I… uh um… Hi. I'm sorry it's so late. I had a spoon crisis. I… uh brought some hot chocolate. I know it gets kind of cold up here some nights, and I'm not sure if you're from…"

R: "So you've stayed here before?"

Her question completely catches me off guard. I ramble sometimes when I'm nervous. She's staring at me intently, but slightly curious as we walk to the kitchen. She goes to the cabinet, and pulls out two mugs for us before sitting at the island in the kitchen.

S: "Uh yes. I sometimes "gallery sit" for Puck when he goes to a show out of town or just vacation. It's really for me. As you can see, it's really nice."

I thanked her for the mug, and pulled up a seat.

S: "He even let me pick out the furniture. Puck has horrible style. I often wonder how he keeps getting wonderful artist to come to his gallery. The only thing he has worse taste in is women."

I laugh nervously because I have been rambling, and she has just been letting me. She looks up at me from sipping her hot chocolate.

R: "So you and him are close then?"

She eyes me suspiciously. Leaning into another sip, her eyes are low and a bit protective.

S: "Yeah, I guess you could say that. He's been very supportive of me since I moved back a few years ago..."

I trail off as memories of a not to distant past arise unwantingly. I think she senses this. Her eyes seemed a bit distant as well, like she's reliving something too. She quickly changes the subject.

R: "Yes."

Shaking my head slightly of my thoughts, I look at her with a confused look.

S: "I'm sorry?"

She raises her eyebrow with a slight sly smile.

R: "Yes to the question you were about to ask earlier, about me being from here."

She says nonchalantly while pouring herself another cup.

R: "This is really good. Do you use milk or water in your coco?"

S: "Oh, um it's a trade secret, but I guess you could say something like milk."

R: "Oh kaaay. I didn't know it was so secretive."

Her eyebrows lift in an amused expression. She smirks slightly sipping her coco. It's almost flirtatious. Staring at me right above the rim of her mug, her eyes are set on mine with a determined look, as if she's daring me. I smirk, and exaggerate my reply, complete with my signature eye squint at the end. No one shows up Santana Lopez.

S: "Yes. For all I know you could be a spy trying to steal the recipe. It is the best in all the city, you know?"

And then that's when it happened. She laughed. Her eyes shined a bit like they hadn't been able to in what seemed like a while. I smiled back at her with my own dopey expression. Her smile, the most genuine one I'd seen all day. I was so taken by her that when my BlackBerry went off, it startled both of us and caused me to break Puck's mug.

S: "Oh gosh! I'm such a klutz. I don't even know how I run a successful business. Puck says he's surprised it hasn't burned down yet."

I laugh and smile nervously as I wipe the mess off of the floor with the towel she gives me. She sure knows where everything is in this place to have just settled in. She bends down to help me clean my mess. A gold necklace is hanging that I hadn't noticed before. Not that I was staring at her breasts or anything. It has Love dangling off of it. It's beautiful. I think she notices me staring because she abruptly stands up and turns to tuck it back in where it must have been hiding in her shirt.

S: "Thanks for helping me. I really am such a klutz sometimes."

I try to lighten the mood. She's still turned around holding her chest. Her breath has picked up, and I'm momentarily afraid I've overstepped some boundary. I'm about to apologize for staring when she says.

R: "Oh, yeah. No… no problem… So, I'm kind of tired."

Her voice cracks, and she turns her head slightly as if to scold herself. I quickly reply getting off of the floor putting the towel away.

S: "Yeah, no problem. I got here late. You've probably had a long day."

I start to grab my things trying to make a quick exit. She turns slowly, and her eyes look like she just might cry. She's rubbing her chest where I assume she hides the necklace. I'm not sure why, but I have this overwhelming urge to hold her and reassure her that everything is going to be ok. I need to get out of here. I'm slightly scared to be around her right now.

R: "Yes. Maybe you could come by tomorrow afternoon, and I could show you then."

She says although her voice sounds unsure. I don't know what to say. How do I get out of this? I don't think I could share another day like this with her.

S: "Oh I'd love to, but I have the shop, and it's really busy then, so maybe another time."

I'm not sure if she's relieved, or upset about my response. She still seems a little far away.

R: "Yeah, another time."

She says, not really looking at anything in particular. I feel really uncomfortable. I kind of want the Ice Queen back. Anything is better than this. I really need to leave.

S: "Ok, so I know my way out. "

I grab her attention to make a swift exit.

S: "It was lovely having coco with you, and I will be back to see your wonderful collection that Puck kept texting me about when I wouldn't answer his calls."

I smile and she smiles again. It's slightly reaching her eyes this time. Wow, beautiful. Look away, I definitely don't need to be thinking that. Darn her and those telling eyes.

R: "Yeah, that's Puck for you."

She lingers. There's a brief silence before she says goodnight, and quickly makes her way to the back room; and I leave finding myself rushing to get back into the cold as long as it is away from her. She makes me so confused. Were we having an oddly pleasant conversation? Did she really smile twice? Was she… semi-nice? I'm mind boggled. I must be tired. Her eyes held such sadness. Hmm...

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