Summary - For Alex, something had been missing that whole night.
Ch. 2- The Other Side
That night, while Bobby was contemplating the situation that his meddlesome mind had gotten him into, Alex too, was sitting home alone.
Her silver stiletto heels, with the sparkling diamantes, had been abandoned next to the couch as soon as she had walked through her front door. It was 10:45 on New Year's Eve and she was sitting home alone on the couch.
She was wearing a black halter neck dress that stopped just below her knees. The neckline was nothing to risqué, showing a small amount of cleavage with a neckline that stopped half an inch below her breasts.
She had her feet tucked under her on the couch and was leaning back into it comfortably. She didn't think her friends had really believed her when she said she had to leave because she was working the next day.
All night there had just seemed to have been something missing. She wasn't blind to the obvious; she knew what had been missing. Up until now, however, she just hadn't wanted to accept it. But now, it seemed as though she had now choice. He was always in her thoughts, in her dreams, and even tonight, when in conversation she was constantly fighting the temptation to always bring him up. It wasn't here fault she loved him, she argued pointlessly. He made it impossible for her not too.
She sighed, pulling the clips out of her hair and shaking her head slightly do that it fell to her shoulders.
She wondered what Bobby was doing now. Had he given in and gone out with his friends? Was he sleeping his way into the New Year? Alex doubted that last one. No, if she knew Bobby as well as she thought she did, he was probably sitting in his living room was a bottle of liquor pondering an answer-less question that was twisting his brain into knots.
Sometimes she wondered if he ever thought about her outside of work, pondering over her like one of his many mind-bending riddles.
She could never be quite sure with him but sometimes she like that. Other times, like now for instance, it was just a pain in the ass.
She didn't want him to be alone, just like she didn't want to be alone. But first she should probably make sure that he was alone, or at least whether he was home.
She stood up and walked over to the phone. She picked it up and made two quick calls, hastily pulled on her silver shoes and coat before rushing downstairs to meet her cab.