Hornets
No more excuses. This time I'm not going to freak out and run off like I have hornets chasing after me. And no more waiting either. We've already been through enough hell without my own stupidity getting in the way. It does that sometimes. Interferes.
I can't always keep my emotions in check and things happen. What more can I say? The point has been reached where something must be done. Something more. Something better.
I pick up my phone and speed dial one: Mac. It rings once, twice, three times. Four. Five.
The machine cuts in and I can hear his voice in my ear as if he is standing right beside me. I hang up.
The moment the phone is out of my hands, I begin to wring them together. Nervous habit, you might say. It's a thing.
What now?
I grab my keys, call a cab and head out. Into the night. The air is cool and darkness provides me with cover. I arrive at his place sooner than I anticipated to find that I don't know what to say to him. What is left to say?
Before I can turn and go, his door opens and he steps out, almost knocking into me. His eyes widen.
"Hi. Mac."
"Stella. What are you doing here?"
"I..."
He frowns.
"I came to apologise, Mac. I know what I did... I should have told you about it first. I'm sorry I'm didn't. It was reckless of me.."
For a moment too long he stares at me.
"Mac? What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking," he tells me, "That you should come with me."
"What? Why?" I'm certain my confusion shows on my face.
He smirks. "Dinner."
Oh. Dinner.
"So, does this mean we're good?" I ask.
He has already started walking. I follow him, a heavy feeling in my stomach.
"We are," he agrees. "But dinner is on you this time."
fin.