I sat down. Why was I here? I mean I gave up on this three years ago. I'm doing fine on my own with out Paul Slater and Jesse DeSilva. I don't need a man. I don't. The waitress came by.
"What would you like to drink? The waitress asked me in broken English.
"Coffee… black no cream or sugar," I said intensely. Now he's late, I thought looking at my watch. I shouldn't have even come. I mean why do I want to see Paul again. Suddenly, he came into view. Ah so that's why I want to see him again, I thought to myself. I couldn't help having a little smile come over my face.
"Suze, is that you?" Paul asked sounding a little surprised.
"Mmm hmm…" I said still kind of surprised at the way he looked. His olive skin had grown darker and his hair was a little shaggier. He had told me over the phone that he had taken some time off to go to the Mediterranean.
"Wow, you look different?" Paul said. I couldn't tell if it was a good different or a bad one.
"So do you," I said, trying not to sound flirtatious. I came because I wanted to get back in touch with some people from the Mission. Yeah right. Who was I trying to fool? I was still in love with Paul.
"Good or bad?" Paul asked looking smug. God I hate it when he does that. I mean it's not enough to look hot, but to be confident and know you're hot… it's irresistible. I can't give in again. I won't give in again. I just have to keep telling myself that.
"Just different. I mean I was about to ask you the same question."
"If I told you bad, what would you do?" He said smiling
"You know exactly what I'd do Paul Michael Slater," I said laughing for the first time in weeks.
"Haven't heard that in a while," Paul said.
"What?"
"Your laughter. It's good to hear it again."
"Thanks," I said. I couldn't help but smile.
"Welcome," Paul said smiling back.
"So why'd you call me Paul?"
"Ah, I knew we'd get around to this question eventually."
"So just answer it," I said impatiently.
"I wanted to get back in the loop. I mean I had lost touch with everyone until you called me last year to tell me about-" Paul said until I cut him off.
"Let's not go back there," I said.
"Why not? Is it still painful to think about Rico-" I cut Paul off again.
"No, I just don't want to talk about it. Okay?" It was all coming back to me, the reason that I never went out with Paul. He was such an arrogant, yeah.
"Sorry," Paul said.
"Yeah well so am I for coming here. I knew it would be stupid," I said throwing some Euros on the table as I stalked off.
"Suze wait," Paul said running after me.
"No, just leave me alone. Go back to Greece or wherever okay?"
"Whatever Suze. I'm not going to leave until we sit down properly and sort through this," Paul said getting all deep and philosophical on me.
"Sort through all what," I said.
"You know, us."
"What us? There isn't an us to talk about. There never has been and never will be if I have anything to do with it seeing as how I'm one half of us. I mean not us of what would be us if there were an us… which there's not," I said tripping over my words.
"Sure Susie. You keep on thinking that," Paul said smugly turning on his heel.
"Don't call me Susie," I called after him. I heard a laugh ring out and I could swear it was him.
