~~~~Part 3~~~~
~1330 est~
~Beltway Burgers~
~Somewhere in Virginia (?)~
We're sitting here eating our lunch in comfortable silence...well, let me rephrase that...she's talking about a mile-a-minute in her head, going over all the things she needs to get done for the weekend, and I'm silently listening. So far, I've learned that she's got to call Chloe tomorrow to ask her how her big History mid-term went, she has to wash and wax her car before the next big snowfall and/or ice storm, she's got to go grocery shopping because she has absolutely no food and she's tired of take-out and she hasn't had a chance this week to really run any errands.
"Hmm...what else? Oh, yeah. Laundry and dry cleaners. Otherwise I'll have to go run all my other errands naked." Well, I really can't find anything wrong with that. Hell, I'd be the first to volunteer to help with her errands! I smile inwardly. Down, boy! Although...
"Hey, Mac, what are your plans for the weekend?" As though I don't already know.
"And then, I have to...huh?" "What? Oh, uhm...I have a lot of errands to run, housework, grocery shopping, laundry...why?"
I tried to hide my grin at my previous thoughts about laundry, and I answered, "I was just wondering if you wanted to do something with me...you do remember who I am, right? Harm, your friend? Maybe I could help you with some of the errands you have to run. I could go grocery shopping with you in my SUV...your 'Vette is kind of small for groceries, and we could drop off your dry cleaning on the way. Actually, we'd drop off your dry cleaning, then bring your other laundry to the laundromat and I could bring mine, too..." Okay, I know I'm babbling, but I'm trying to plan as I go, and I don't want to forget all the things she has to do, "...and we could go on Saturday to get your car washed, waxed, and ready for the next time the sky dumps snow and ice all over everything..." Okay, I covered groceries, laundry, car wash...wait, did she even say that one out loud? I can't remember, now.
"Are you implying that my baby is dirty? 'Cause I sure didn't say anything about washing and waxing my car." And then she did the eyebrow thing...you know, where it's like one eyebrow shoots up and...nevermind.
"I just figured you'd want to get it done this weekend, since you seem to be doing everything else but take over the world."
"What makes you think that's not on my agenda?" And then she gives me one of her smirks...God, I love when she does that! I laugh with her, and we go back to eating.
"I wonder why he's so curious. I mean, I admit, I do miss hanging out with him on Friday nights, going to a movie, dinner at one of the apartments. I shouldn't read into it...he probably has nothing better to do than to hang out with me."
It really hurts me when she sells herself short. God knows there aren't many men who are worthy of having Sarah MacKenzie, and it always makes me happy when I get a chance to spend time with her. See, Harm, that is so easy to admit in your head. Now, why can't you just say that to her? Wow, I'm pathetic.
"So, Harm, do you really want to do something this weekend?" I look up, broken from my thoughts.
"Of course I do. I told you already that I've missed our Fridays out since we've been so caught up in work." She nodded, convinced.
"Okay. Do you want to go to a movie tonight, or do you need a little time away from me before this weekend?" she asked me. There was a whisper of uncertainty in her voice, but it screamed in her head and burned in her eyes.
"I will take any and all time that you have to offer! You'd just better be sure you won't get sick of me before bedtime on Saturday," I joked.
"Hmm...bedtime. God, stop it MacKenzie! You are way too presumptuous!" Wow, I like where some of her thoughts are headed.
Instead, she said, "Trust me, Harm...if I get tired of you, you'll be the first to know."
You have no idea.
~1330 est~
~Beltway Burgers~
~Somewhere in Virginia (?)~
We're sitting here eating our lunch in comfortable silence...well, let me rephrase that...she's talking about a mile-a-minute in her head, going over all the things she needs to get done for the weekend, and I'm silently listening. So far, I've learned that she's got to call Chloe tomorrow to ask her how her big History mid-term went, she has to wash and wax her car before the next big snowfall and/or ice storm, she's got to go grocery shopping because she has absolutely no food and she's tired of take-out and she hasn't had a chance this week to really run any errands.
"Hmm...what else? Oh, yeah. Laundry and dry cleaners. Otherwise I'll have to go run all my other errands naked." Well, I really can't find anything wrong with that. Hell, I'd be the first to volunteer to help with her errands! I smile inwardly. Down, boy! Although...
"Hey, Mac, what are your plans for the weekend?" As though I don't already know.
"And then, I have to...huh?" "What? Oh, uhm...I have a lot of errands to run, housework, grocery shopping, laundry...why?"
I tried to hide my grin at my previous thoughts about laundry, and I answered, "I was just wondering if you wanted to do something with me...you do remember who I am, right? Harm, your friend? Maybe I could help you with some of the errands you have to run. I could go grocery shopping with you in my SUV...your 'Vette is kind of small for groceries, and we could drop off your dry cleaning on the way. Actually, we'd drop off your dry cleaning, then bring your other laundry to the laundromat and I could bring mine, too..." Okay, I know I'm babbling, but I'm trying to plan as I go, and I don't want to forget all the things she has to do, "...and we could go on Saturday to get your car washed, waxed, and ready for the next time the sky dumps snow and ice all over everything..." Okay, I covered groceries, laundry, car wash...wait, did she even say that one out loud? I can't remember, now.
"Are you implying that my baby is dirty? 'Cause I sure didn't say anything about washing and waxing my car." And then she did the eyebrow thing...you know, where it's like one eyebrow shoots up and...nevermind.
"I just figured you'd want to get it done this weekend, since you seem to be doing everything else but take over the world."
"What makes you think that's not on my agenda?" And then she gives me one of her smirks...God, I love when she does that! I laugh with her, and we go back to eating.
"I wonder why he's so curious. I mean, I admit, I do miss hanging out with him on Friday nights, going to a movie, dinner at one of the apartments. I shouldn't read into it...he probably has nothing better to do than to hang out with me."
It really hurts me when she sells herself short. God knows there aren't many men who are worthy of having Sarah MacKenzie, and it always makes me happy when I get a chance to spend time with her. See, Harm, that is so easy to admit in your head. Now, why can't you just say that to her? Wow, I'm pathetic.
"So, Harm, do you really want to do something this weekend?" I look up, broken from my thoughts.
"Of course I do. I told you already that I've missed our Fridays out since we've been so caught up in work." She nodded, convinced.
"Okay. Do you want to go to a movie tonight, or do you need a little time away from me before this weekend?" she asked me. There was a whisper of uncertainty in her voice, but it screamed in her head and burned in her eyes.
"I will take any and all time that you have to offer! You'd just better be sure you won't get sick of me before bedtime on Saturday," I joked.
"Hmm...bedtime. God, stop it MacKenzie! You are way too presumptuous!" Wow, I like where some of her thoughts are headed.
Instead, she said, "Trust me, Harm...if I get tired of you, you'll be the first to know."
You have no idea.