and they found their silver lining
July 9th, number eight
Teddy & Molly – vanilla pumpkin (whimsy, café, beads)
Teddy knocked at the door, trying to make a little rhythm out of it. It sounded rather cool, so when his girlfriend simply answered with "Come in already!" without the impressed voice he had hoped to hear, he felt slightly disappointed.
Nevertheless, he opened the door and went in, steering carefully between the piles of shoes and clothes shattered all over the floor. When he came to the bathroom –where else would she be? - he sighed heavily.
"Molly, aren't you done yet?"
"No," she answered, irritated. "What does it look like?" She sprayed some vanilla perfume on herself with hasty movements and Teddy had to agree with her, she didn't look ready. She was wearing a top, but no trousers, she was in the middle of applying her makeup and her hair was dripping.
"But, Molls, we're supposed to meet them in five minutes…"
"I know!" she interrupted, swirling around and pointing her mascara threateningly at him. "But I can't help it!"
Teddy rolled his eyes. "Of course you can't. Well, is there something I should do?"
"Yeah." She had now turned her back at him, but their eyes met in the mirror. "Get my handbag."
He obeyed and returned with an orange bag – which reminded him to some extent of a pumpkin.
Molly raised her eyebrows. "Are you blind? That bag would clash terribly with these!" She pointed at her slim jeans which now were on. "Of course I meant the black, stupid."
"All right, all right." Teddy returned to the hall, starting to rummage through her bags. "You know, it's five o'clock now."
"It's a frigging café, Teddy; I don't think they'll be out of something to do if we aren't there in time," she snapped sarcastically.
"You're sure?" Teddy was now back, leaning to the doorway and holding the black little bag in his hand, making it swing back and forward.
Molly frowned. "Yes, now help me with my beads."
Teddy smirked while he walked over to her and fastened her necklace. One more time their eyes met in their reflections and Teddy looked as if some whimsy had gotten into him. "Because then," he said smugly. "I know some things I'd much rather like to do right now."
"Oh, really?" Molly turned to face him for real, dropping the towel she had used for drying her hair on the floor. And all her irritation was gone in a heartbeat.
"Indeed," he nodded gravely and that was all Molly needed to be convinced.
Well, let's just say they arrived at the café one hour late.
