Get it in Writing
After a drink and some small talk they headed out of the bar climbed into her car. Trevor drummed his fingers on the arm rest anxiously as they navigated the city streets, finally ending up at Claire's apartment.
"any reason in particular we're coming here?" Trevor asked as they headed inside.
"Well...I live here and I didn't want to go all the way back to my office," she stated, going into the living room. Trevor followed her and found her sitting at her computer, waiting for it to boot up.
"So we're really doing this," he murmured, taking a seat next to her.
"Well if you want to," she answered. She didn't want to force him into anything he didn't want to do. Trevor thought about it. A big part of him wanted this…to experience what he gave to other people.
"I want to," he replied. The machine finally finished booting and she opened a word document. She took a breath before she starting to type, her nails 'clicking' on the keys. She stopped to think and before she could start again, Trevor interrupted her.
"Wait…I can never mention it to anyone…ever?" he complained.
"Well it would ruin the perception that you're cured," she retorted.
"But…what about the people who already know…like Champ…and Jackie?" he proposed.
"You just can't let this go can you?" she sighed, turning to look at him.
"Why should I? I am Cupid," he rebutted. Claire just groaned. She was sure they'd never agree on that notion…ever.
"Fine…you can talk about it to them but only them," she relented.
"Thank you," he murmured.
She continued to type and Trevor watched each word as it appeared on the screen. They only got into one more scuffle over some wording. When both were satisfied with the document she printed two copies and went in search of a pen. She returned to find that Trevor had stolen her seat.
"Sign," she ordered, handing the writing implement to him. He took and scribbled 'Trevor Hale' on both copies before handing the pen back. She signed her name on both as well and started to walk away. Trevor's brow furrowed and he got up to follow.
"Where you going?" he called. He found her in her bedroom, bent down on the floor. She opened a small safe, folding the document and tossing it in. She locked the safe and pushed it to the back of hr closet.
"Keeping it safe," she answered.
"So what happens now?" he wondered aloud.
"Well I'll write you exit evaluation tomorrow and we'll no longer be doctor and patient," she answered.
"So what do we do between now and then," he questioned. She laughed.
"What's with all the questions?" she teased.
"I like to be informed," he offered with a smirk.
"How about we do dinner," she suggested.
"Are you cooking?" he snickered.
"Pizza," she said and headed for the kitchen to order. Some twenty minutes they found themselves sitting across from each other on her couch enjoying their dinner. They didn't really know what to say. Usually they'd banter back and forth on which of them was right about his 'condition'. But since they no longer held that relationship, they were at a loss.
"You'd think we'd actually have things to talk about," she sighed.
"So how about that singles group," Trevor murmured.
"You know…you can still come if you. I mean you do give some decent advice. And a lot of people have benefited from it," she admitted.
"The mighty Claire admits that she isn't fool proof. Hallelujah!" Trevor exclaimed.
"Very funny Trevor," she said with a smile.
They dritfted into silence again but it was a lot less awkward. They finished the pizza and Claire tossed the box in the garbage. When she came back in Trevor was leaning against the stove, arms crossed over his chest.
"What?" she asked.
"I think we should go dancing," he said.
"Dancing? Now?" she questioned and he nodded.
"Come on, we were great in that swing competition. It will be fun. Come on," he begged, giving her sad puppy dog eyes.
"Oh alright. Let me get changed first. And no peeking," she called over her shoulder as she disappeared around a corner.
"I've already seen all of you anyways," he retorted. He hadn't really meant to walk in on her and Alex that one night after the singles meeting.
She walked back out a few minutes later in a snugly fitting dress and they headed out the front door. They cruised the streets for a while, trying to find a place that was open. Taggerdy's was a possibility but they weren't quite ready to shock the regulars just yet.
"How about here?" Claire suggested, stopping in front of a small bar.
"Sure. Let's go knock 'em dead," Trevor laughed.
Claire parked the car and they headed in. The dance floor was pretty bare at the moment so they grabbed a drink each and sat at a booth along the side.
"Why isn't anyone dancing?" Trevor murmured.
"I don't know. It said they were having a dancing night here tonight," Claire responded. Not two seconds later, music started up. Trevor smiled broadly as he extended his hand to her. They headed out to the floor and for a while were the only couple out there. Several of the other patrons whistled and hollered their amazement as Trevor and Claire glided over the floor. When the song ended, they broke apart and Trevor spotted a young blond woman sitting alone.
"Care to dance?" he asked. She looked a little surprised but got up. Claire watched as they danced. He couldn't resist flirting with people could he. She guessed he would hook her up with some guy here by the end of the night.
"Can I cut in?" Claire shouted over the music as Trevor and the blond started a second dance. She looked between Trevor and Claire and her cheeked flushed with embarrassment.
"I'm sorry…I didn't know he was here with someone," she tried to apologize to Claire.
"That's ok. He just likes to show off," Claire said, brushing the apology away. It wasn't necessary. The blond started to walk away when she bumped into one of the waiters. He barely caught the drinks before they fell.
"I'm so sorry," he apologized.
"No it's my fault. I should have watched were I was going," she countered. He noticed a slight spill on her blouse.
"Here let me get you a drink on the house for that," he said and they walked away.
"You just couldn't help it could you," Claire teased as they danced.
"It's what I do," Trevor laughed, holding her close.
"Yeah…I guess it is," she sighed, resting her head on his shoulder as the song changed to a slower tempo.
