The rest of the day was spent chatting. We talked a little bit about my trip to the caves, but mostly about old times.
"Remember when Jared got so embarrassed that he was all red?" Mel asked. I laughed.
"Of course! How could I forget?" I said playfully.
"What did you do to make Jared a living tomato?" Ian asked curiously. Jared's cheeks were a tad pink.
"I walked into the wrong locker room," he mumbled. Ian boomed.
"It was your fault you didn't read the sign. He walked in on all of us changing."
Everyone laughed again.
"Guess I gotta go now. I need to check into a hotel." I said hoping the Mel wouldn't oppose, though she probably would. What's the worse she could do? Offer me a room in the White House?
"No chance in hell that's happening, Wanda. You can stay here." Mel offered. Of course she did.
"Fine," I groaned. She squealed and hugged me.
"It's good to have you back, sis," she whispered.
"Good to have you back too, Mel," I whispered back to her.
I took my luggage to one of the guest rooms. I told Mel to give me the smallest one they had, but of course she completely ignored me and gave me the biggest one. I sighed.
Mel left me in the hall. I was about to open my door, but a hand on my shoulder stopped me. It felt strange there, but oddly, at the same time… nice.
I turned around and was not that surprised that Ian O'Shea was standing behind me. He offered me one of his amazing smiles and I looked down.
"What do you need, Ian?" I asked. His name rolled easily off my tongue and he smiled at that.
"Do you wanna grab a coffee together tomorrow? I know this place near here that's really good." He asked. I was stunned. He was asking me to get a coffee with him? Why would he ask me even?
"But why are you asking me? Of all people? Wouldn't you ask Jared?"
He pursed his lips, deep in thought. There was something about this O'Shea that surprised me. Wouldn't he ask his best friend to grab a coffee with him? Why would he ask someone that he's known for about three hours?
"You're interesting, and I'd like to get to know you better, seeing that we're going to be meeting more," he said. Meeting more? What did he mean by that?
"Why?" I questioned. I was sure he and Jared were close friends. They man – hugged each other and knew everything about the other.
"Don't you ever check up on Jared?" He asked, surprised.
"Well… no," I said sheepishly, rubbing my right hand on my left arm in embarrassment. "I only saw the final results, when Jared won."
"That would explain it," he muttered. "I'm the vice – president."
Say what now?
"How did you and Jared even meet?"
"I'll answer that at coffee tomorrow, that is, if you want to," he said, making sure to state that I was not obliged to.
"I'd love to," I replied. His face lit up.
"Great! You said you're a teacher at Georgetown, right?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"My cousin goes there. I can pick you up at four o'clock."
"No need. I can drive myself."
"Haven't you forgot you don't even have a car?"
"Oh, right."
He was right. I didn't have a car. I was going to get one but stubborn Mel insisted that I had to take the limo here. I groaned internally.
"That would be great if you could," I replied to Ian.
"See you tomorrow, Wanda," he said over his shoulder as he walked away.
I walked into the room and stuffed my things in the dresser, took a shower, and changed. I plopped down on the bed. Why would he ask me? That thought was floating in my mind as I slipped into unconsciousness.
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