As Ophelia was reaching the landing of the Statue of Liberty, Evan prepared
for his date. He had been able to write the entire time after Amelia left,
a mammoth change from his date with Ophelia. He walked to the address
Amelia had given him and rapped on the door.
Amelia stood in the doorway with light streaming into the cold night. Her lean body was wrapped tightly by a red dress. Her long blonde hair was put up so neatly that if a single hair was out of place, it would appear that it was supposed to look that way. Her green eyes sparkled in the moonlight. "Shall we monsieur?"
Evan gingerly took her hand and they began down the street. They stopped at a restaurant for food and talked for countless hours. As they finished, Evan brought Amelia to his favorite part of the park that night. A huge fountain took up most of the space. He sat her beside him.
"Hold me in your arms," Amelia put herself in his lap and put his arms around her.
"I take it you had a good time tonight?" Evan felt slightly awkward holding her.
"Very good time." she let out a sigh of comfort.
He lowered his face to look at Amelia. She looked up. Apparently, she thought this was an attempt at kissing her and she pressed hard against his mouth.
Eric stormed into the hotel furious. Obviously, his interview had not gone well. "What's wrong dear?" Ophelia rose from the bed to cheer up her disappointed man.
"They thought I was over-qualified." he admitted.
"You and I both know that's just a term people use when they know you're better than them," she nibbled on his ear. "Now why don't you come with me, and I'll help you forget all about that nasty interview."
The "Do Not Disturb" sign hung from their doorknob that night.
Evan woke up guilty. Why had he let her in last night? He opened his eyes and saw Amelia at the typewriter. He got up and went over to her, still naked. She greeted him. He massaged her shoulders and kissed her neck and collarbone. "What are you working on?"
"The script silly," she continued typing.
"How much longer do we have to write that thing?"
"Don't knock it," she said. "It gives us an extra excuse to see each other."
"Excuses?" he asked. "Why do we need an excuse?"
"Good point," Amelia looked up at Evan and kissed him.
The remaining week passed quickly for Ophelia. While Evan and Amelia had been writing, she had visited Ellis Island, the Metropolitan Museum, Central Park, the Empire State Building, and many more places. Before she knew it she was on the plane back to Paris. Eric in his drunken coma. She thought back to Evan. What was he doing right now?
Evan was at Amelia's house celebrating the completion of the script. If they could find the completed script underneath the strewn clothes across the floor. Tomorrow they would be rehearsing for the new play. And as Evan held Amelia in his arms naked hours later, he realized his fear of having to see Ophelia. Would he have the strength to look her in the eyes? Yes. He had Amelia and she had Eric. They had both moved on. He kissed Amelia on the forehead. He had found his one-and-only. His head said Amelia, but if he had listened to his heart he would've have heard the undying scream for Ophelia.
Amelia stood in the doorway with light streaming into the cold night. Her lean body was wrapped tightly by a red dress. Her long blonde hair was put up so neatly that if a single hair was out of place, it would appear that it was supposed to look that way. Her green eyes sparkled in the moonlight. "Shall we monsieur?"
Evan gingerly took her hand and they began down the street. They stopped at a restaurant for food and talked for countless hours. As they finished, Evan brought Amelia to his favorite part of the park that night. A huge fountain took up most of the space. He sat her beside him.
"Hold me in your arms," Amelia put herself in his lap and put his arms around her.
"I take it you had a good time tonight?" Evan felt slightly awkward holding her.
"Very good time." she let out a sigh of comfort.
He lowered his face to look at Amelia. She looked up. Apparently, she thought this was an attempt at kissing her and she pressed hard against his mouth.
Eric stormed into the hotel furious. Obviously, his interview had not gone well. "What's wrong dear?" Ophelia rose from the bed to cheer up her disappointed man.
"They thought I was over-qualified." he admitted.
"You and I both know that's just a term people use when they know you're better than them," she nibbled on his ear. "Now why don't you come with me, and I'll help you forget all about that nasty interview."
The "Do Not Disturb" sign hung from their doorknob that night.
Evan woke up guilty. Why had he let her in last night? He opened his eyes and saw Amelia at the typewriter. He got up and went over to her, still naked. She greeted him. He massaged her shoulders and kissed her neck and collarbone. "What are you working on?"
"The script silly," she continued typing.
"How much longer do we have to write that thing?"
"Don't knock it," she said. "It gives us an extra excuse to see each other."
"Excuses?" he asked. "Why do we need an excuse?"
"Good point," Amelia looked up at Evan and kissed him.
The remaining week passed quickly for Ophelia. While Evan and Amelia had been writing, she had visited Ellis Island, the Metropolitan Museum, Central Park, the Empire State Building, and many more places. Before she knew it she was on the plane back to Paris. Eric in his drunken coma. She thought back to Evan. What was he doing right now?
Evan was at Amelia's house celebrating the completion of the script. If they could find the completed script underneath the strewn clothes across the floor. Tomorrow they would be rehearsing for the new play. And as Evan held Amelia in his arms naked hours later, he realized his fear of having to see Ophelia. Would he have the strength to look her in the eyes? Yes. He had Amelia and she had Eric. They had both moved on. He kissed Amelia on the forehead. He had found his one-and-only. His head said Amelia, but if he had listened to his heart he would've have heard the undying scream for Ophelia.
